Dear Diary
It was the evening of the 25th November when I, alone in my bedroom, started a texting engagement with a chick who I didn’t know on Instagram. I’d come across her the day before while I was at home in bed rooting for something to do with my time. We’d gone back and forth, me making fun of her and dissing her at every turn. Desperate for the validation I felt every time I got a response, I chased that dopamine when abruptly she stopped texting. I tried to goad her into another response. It was at that moment that I realised that I had a problem with procrastination.
Usually, I'd be elsewhere, like the gym or the office. For some reason, I skipped my day off routine and wound up with too much time on my hands. My to-do list was teeming with stuff I had to get done if I could just focus on that for a few minutes or so. But being responsible is never quite fun.
I find this frustrating because I really want to do something useful with my time. It takes a lot to get invested in it. What's up with that? Am I expecting too much? Is it unrealistic?
I guess I need to manage my expectations a bit and cut things down to size. I could invest my energies towards prioritising my effort, something I have control over. With effort, I can produce results that inform my next efforts.
So maybe next time I am on Instagram trying to get into some girls pants, I might consider whether this is an attempt at distraction and if so what I am distracting myself from.
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