The last time I was in school was over a year ago. Since then, I'd assumed I might foster some kind of work ethic, stop procrastinating, and get my priorities aligned. Alas, this has proven to be nothing but a lofty goal - or pipe dream, if you will - and I repeatedly find myself wasting time on the internet, making pots of tea, and staring mournfully out the window.
I don't really understand how some people are able to use their motivation to propel forward, mine seems to rest comfortably in my armpit and serves more as a gage of interest/depression than any sort of powerful productivity engine. I have good intentions, really, I'll write everything down in a day timer, schedule my life to a tee, even embark on self improvement ventures like my short lived knitting binge or collage making. The only constant in my life is this soul sucking laziness that casts its shadow over every endeavor. And moroseness, don't forget moroseness.
I think I have post-coital depression.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment