We Were Better Off As Animals
There are some things in my life that affect me in ways no other thing can. Where in failure would devastate and frustrate me more than anything of its level that I can think of. Like, say, Mathematics.
I don't even care if I'm being seen as petty or overreacting. I am free to choose what I consider problems. You have your priorities, and I have mine.
But the thing is, I don't know why I can't understand any of the lessons by myself anymore. Why does it end up in the situation where I go, "Why didn't I think of that?" Because I know I could have. I know I can, because this is supposed to be easy. But why can't I? Why isn't this easy? What the hell am I trying to convince myself to think, ranting like this?
I bet I'm just looking for an excuse for my laziness.
But mentally, what do I lack? How else can I improve? I need to know before this eats me up more than it already has.
Failure is not an option.
I don't even care if I'm being seen as petty or overreacting. I am free to choose what I consider problems. You have your priorities, and I have mine.
But the thing is, I don't know why I can't understand any of the lessons by myself anymore. Why does it end up in the situation where I go, "Why didn't I think of that?" Because I know I could have. I know I can, because this is supposed to be easy. But why can't I? Why isn't this easy? What the hell am I trying to convince myself to think, ranting like this?
I bet I'm just looking for an excuse for my laziness.
But mentally, what do I lack? How else can I improve? I need to know before this eats me up more than it already has.
Failure is not an option.