On first sight, I read recogitate as regurgitate and winced. There’s something truly off-putting about the word regurgitate, don’t you think? But, come to find out, there’s something equally off-putting about the word recogitate. The meanings are frightfully similar.
Regurgitate = to spit something out that was partially digested.
Recogitate = to think over again.
In either case, ew, something’s not sitting right.
And that’s my current circumstance: something isn’t sitting right. That something is technology, specifically internet technology. What the hell am I doing here? On a website I’ve no idea how to manage? Yet, on Monday, after fielding months of reminders from WordPress, I renewed my plan for another year. And a hundred bucks went poof. I am now recogitating. Very, very seriously recogitating.
I don’t blame WordPress, but oy. There’s no joy in the Publish button. Everything is squares and more squares, squares everywhere. The sameness is mind-numbing. There’s no nuance, no finesse, no whimsy, no freedom. I don’t like the new Editor. I tried to and I’ve failed. The old one was simple and agreeable, almost intuitive. The new one is a straight-up minefield.
A reasonable person would learn how to use it.
Well, I’m not reasonable and I don’t want to. I don’t want to force round ideas into stiff, unyielding boxes. That’s been the story of my life and I’m exhausted. I want to break the rules, violate space, zigzag over and under and around borders. I want to take on different shapes and sizes, whatever suits my mood. I want to bust outta here.
Clearly, it’s time for a vacation.
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