Something Eloquent

It’s a gor­geous day today, too bad it’s Calgary! (haha) So I’m sit­ting out­side at the behest of my lady-friend, writ­ing. I was play­ing a video game, but I was get­ting a little tired of it. There should be an age limit for using a micro­phone in Team Fortress 2. There’s a few mos­qui­toes out, but not an intol­er­able num­ber, so all in all, I think com­ing out­side to write was a good Idea. I guess I could also study my CompTia a bit, but meh. This is bet­ter.
Richard and Brian came for a visit last night, we had a good little chat, watched some tele­vi­sion and ate a bit of pop­corn. That was okay. I don’t talk to my friends very often, I’ve never been the chatty type. Filling a pleas­ant silence with idle chat­ter strikes me as time that would be bet­ter spent doing any­thing else. Not that I dis­like talk­ing, I just like for there to be some con­tent involved.
I’m being hypo­crit­ical though. This writ­ing con­sti­tutes as idle chat­ter. Most people who know me are already aware that I’m not a chat­ter, they’re prob­ably aware of a whole lot of my per­son­al­ity traits. So to whom am I talk­ing to here?
Probably myself, I tend towards intro­spec­tion fairly reg­u­larly. I’d think that this means that I know myself fairly well. And that’s true for the most part, I know what I want to be, I know what I dis­like, I know who I care about, and I now that I don’t know everything. I don’t know too many of the details about myself. If someone were to ask me “Hey Nelson, do you like bak­ing?” I would reply “Yes! I cer­tainly do!” However, if that per­son were to then ask “Why?” I would prob­ably be stumped. Baking is a thing that I like to do, and I rarely think about the details.
Thinking on it now, I know that I find the pro­cess of meas­ur­ing, pre­par­ing and assem­bling ingredi­ents to be relax­ing, and there is some­what of a closet chem­ist in me that is fas­cin­ated by the reac­tions of those ingredi­ents that cre­ate tasty food, and the rest of the sci­ent­ist in me loves how the applic­a­tion of heat and time changes those ini­tial com­pon­ents even fur­ther.
Lindsay just baked a Spice cake. I’m hungry.