It struck me today that perhaps I’ve been busy because I’m subconsciously wanting to be. That thought is like an itch you try not to scratch. Once you touch it, you can’t stop until you get to the bottom of it.
How far is this bottom?
Can I even see it? Or begin to fathom its true depth?
I always wonder if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, or if curiousity is the impetus to my flirtation with accepting challenges in an effort to find my threshold for oh, just about everything. Eeeee. What a mindfuck. I feel almost sub-human. Every time I think I’ve hit it, I desensitise and digest. WTF.
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being busy stops u from thinking and sinking. i prefer being busy… desensitize… gooooood… x|
i kinda felt the same way. maybe it was the zeal of being the new guy in the company. home equal family and chores, and the office gave me a place to immerse in solitary goodness.
then the company screwed me over and i’ve stuck to an 8-5 schedule ever since.
man i wish i had an 8-5. and enough things to keep me busy without having to look for them. i would play more wow, but i already do alot of that. lol.
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