Mar 26, 2008 11:02
I am unable to accomplish anything, it seems. I am able to keep up with the most important things (namely, paying my bills on time), but the other things elude me. Lately, all I want to do is sit on my ass at home and waste time smoking cigarettes and farting around on YouTube. My schoolwork has gone by the wayside, my apartment is trashed, I haven't been calling friends back... I wouldn't necessarily call it depression, but it's certainly something. I'm just getting fed up, I think, and scared of everything that I have to do.
Maybe a change of location would help me. Maybe I've begun to psychologically associate home with relaxation and nothing else. I have dozens of illogical theories that I tend to live by--separation of space equals separation of mindset, for example. Work tends to stay at work, school tends to stay at school, and home tends to be equitable to laziness and masturbation (both sexual and mental).
I wish I could make some sort of resolution to do better, but it seems like making rules for oneself always ends in disappointment. I think tonight I'll give this place a deep clean. I find that usually productivity breeds more productivity. Cleaning the toilet might produce a greater willingness to engage in some intellectual activities, like getting my homework done.