I think I have a bad habit of over using an excuse of late.
Imagine, letting go of perfect day to go study just because there would be another day coming to do that. I cannot believe that I could use this excuse day in, day out. Always, we will do it tomorrow. Or, Okay, tomorrow la. Or, worse, nevermind la, tomorrow still can do. So easy, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow will come.
I noticed that I do this everyday, just to steal one minute, or an hour, or a day, for extra games with the priceless excuse, literally, of feeding the desire to better the high score, or say, to pollute the visual and audio sensory with unnecessary information, or even to just give the good old fatty friend to grow.
It is quite scary, as right now, I feel that it's getting a little out of control. Having a very relax schedule now does not help to diminish this disease, at all. I make exemptions even at most unnecessary time. And the worse part is that I do not feel guilty doing it. My undisciplined brain merely accepted, not even trying to guilt it out from the pampered heart.
This is me, the one who had wanted to live out her life, to minimize on the regret count as much she could. It is true that another day will always come, but how I could talk myself into believing that I would be part of that coming day, I really do not know.
This habit needs to be stopped. Killed. Right away, if not given a steady calculated death. But how do I attempt to perform this murder? It really not easy to un-cultivate a habit. Is there anyone, anything out there to help me? A pill, maybe. Or a jab in the butt? Or maybe selective hypnosis, perhaps?
It's a great danger to be stuck in this habit, isn't it?
I noticed that I do this everyday, just to steal one minute, or an hour, or a day, for extra games with the priceless excuse, literally, of feeding the desire to better the high score, or say, to pollute the visual and audio sensory with unnecessary information, or even to just give the good old fatty friend to grow.
It is quite scary, as right now, I feel that it's getting a little out of control. Having a very relax schedule now does not help to diminish this disease, at all. I make exemptions even at most unnecessary time. And the worse part is that I do not feel guilty doing it. My undisciplined brain merely accepted, not even trying to guilt it out from the pampered heart.
This is me, the one who had wanted to live out her life, to minimize on the regret count as much she could. It is true that another day will always come, but how I could talk myself into believing that I would be part of that coming day, I really do not know.
This habit needs to be stopped. Killed. Right away, if not given a steady calculated death. But how do I attempt to perform this murder? It really not easy to un-cultivate a habit. Is there anyone, anything out there to help me? A pill, maybe. Or a jab in the butt? Or maybe selective hypnosis, perhaps?
It's a great danger to be stuck in this habit, isn't it?
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