i've figured out what's basically wrong with my life now, and why i should move out. it's because my life is unbelievably repetitive. in a way my newfound love of indie rock, which i still maintain is genuine and not because the two coolest people i know like it, is emblematic of my desire to spread out my wings and fly. indie rock is far, far less repetitive than mainstream rock; sometimes this is a good thing, and sometimes this is a bad thing, like when it's disorganized and clunky and has no real themes. sometimes it's maddening when they hit upon something super and it never comes up again.
but mostly it allows you to have a longer attention span. i've grown attached to all these five-minute, six-minute, and even nine-minute songs, none of which bore me at all. it's reaffirming my faith in humanity's ability to provide me with experiences that aren't repetitive.
the main problem with my roommates is not that they're boring, i've decided. it's that they're repetitive. i guess it's not clear that these aren't the same things, but they have incredibly predictable and schematic action patterns if not thoughts. (and i don't think they have predictable and schematic thoughts, not really more so than anyone else.) i guess it's not obvious why moving will help this at all, but i think it will.
it's not just my roommates. i have a hell of a lot of tasks right now, including a fairly large number of periodic tasks. and they siren me into making up a periodic life, especially because some of the tasks (classes, seminars) are by definition periodic. thank goodness i don't go to church or anything. i wonder if this is all derived from the various cycles in life (moon, year, etc..) i guess it obviously is, but i wonder if it's true in any sort of deeper non-obvious sense as well.