This seems to be my summer for Putting Things Off. I have a list of Things I’m Supposed to Be Doing that you just would not believe. And it’s not getting any shorter because I keep finding reasons — okay, excuses — not to do stuff.
Why am I not doing it, you ask? Simple: I don’t want to.
This behaviour really makes no sense, because I’d feel so much better if I just DID some of this stuff already, got it over with, and moved on. I’m going to have to do it all eventually anyway. I know that. Putting it off is making it that much harder to accomplish. I know that, too.
Certain people are becoming a bit irritated with me for not doing some of this stuff. Certain other people are beginning to wonder just what exactly my problem is since I haven’t done some of this stuff. So far, I’m doing a pretty good job of ignoring them.
Maybe I can blame the planets; that usually works, you rarely hear a planet disavowing responsibility for anything. I think mine have stopped orbiting. Or they’ve left the solar system entirely.
Because even now, as I’m writing this and thinking, Okay, I really should DO some of this stuff, because this is getting ridiculous . . .
Nope. I just don’t want to.
I had no idea I was so stubborn.