I don't think I ever realized how detrimental boredom can be.
When I am not being challenged or under pressure to produce, I do nothing. And that slows my brain down and makes me lethargic.
Doing nothing begets more nothing.
And this is to say nothing of the fact that I feel inaction is a sin--I am not just responsible for the actions that I do, I am also found guilty for the good that I could be doing but don't--this is purely and selfishly about the personal ramifications of being a slug.
When I do nothing I am not happy.
Sitting around in my pajamas eating frosted flakes and watching cartoons is fun. But it is not a life.
I wish I had more discipline.
7:36 a.m. - 2013-01-14
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