February 8, 2017

I'm not doing too well.  To put it in clinical terms, the sauce is slipping from my noodles.  My personal demons torment me endlessly.  Podding, poking, do something, they clamor, don't waste time.  I feel guilty for wasting time, and I worry about it.  I waste a lot of time fretting about wasting time.

Sometimes I shove the guilt demon into a corner where I ignore it.  I tell myself that I'll just do what I do, and not worry about it.  But that doesn't work for long, because the guilt demon is replaced by the twin demons: "why bother?" and "who gives a shit?"

No one gives a shit
I would very much like to care
Then again, maybe not