If my life was a comic, there would be no background in
the panels. Every single frame would be filled to the brim with brain flotsam
and jetsam and random whatnots. That's what I do. I manage to squeeze in humble
everyday life insane amounts of tasks in order to avoid thinking. Thinking
makes me depressed and depressed is not good.
I think it's time to start threatening deities again. I
am good at it. The deities can testify it. If something happens to me you should
all know that the usual suspects are Jehova, Raphael and some asslicks of
similar magnitude. Now that I said "asslicks", I just remembered
popular Supernatural (the series) swearwords. Bobby uses "eejits" but
the medal goes to angel Castiel for his ingenious "assbutt". A man
after my heart, Castiel. I love you for managing to fit the word ass twice in
one swearword. Four ass-cheeks in one go. And there's always Alistair, a demon,
referring to angels as, "you righteous dicks!" Oh indeed. With
exceptions, of course.
I got my short stories back, corrected by an editor. I
opened one of them, saw countless red lines. Closed the document again and went
away to clip my nails. The next day I opened another. Another red sea there. I
closed it and went to feed the geese. (I have no geese but I am sure you know
what I mean.) It was the same with essays in my university years. I would go
home, clean everything, re-arrange furniture, fold all my clothes in the
closets (because if your closet is in disarray, you obviously cannot write an
essay. It's self-explanatory. Closets are vital to essay writing) and then I'd
go grocery shopping. In the supermarket, I would put goods back on their right
place on the shelves, making exasperated remarks on the irresponsibility of people.
When I went back home, I'd spend copious amounts of time re-arranging
everything on my desk. Doing the laundry. Taking a shower. Anything to delay
writing the damn essay. I'd enlist for an astronaut if it was possible. Same
with the short stories now. I only started going through them after a month and
a half. And now, instead of checking them I write in my blog. Procrastinating?
No way!
I go now. I need to feed the bears. The polar bears. :)
See you later.
1 comment:
long time no reading entries here! And I do understand this feeling of working lots of things before working things we have to. Since you're finally into going through that work, I'll let you go and do that work!
Just do the best you can with what you have! That's always the best way to do things! Much love! B.
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