I'm fairly well aware that I should be writing something more meaningful than this...like my attempt at the Great American Novel (or more appropriate, the Next Nick Hornby Wannabe Novel).
It's not like I don't have the ideas to write down. The ideas are there, but I have a hard time starting it, and then I stare at a blank screen. Being hyper self-critical about what I write also doesn't help either; I hold myself to high standards that I really have no right or reason to hold myself to.
So, instead of staring at blank screens and allowing my self-critical nature to kick in full force, I usually just distract myself and I allow myself become complacent...content to one's detriment.
The time will always be there...the ideas will always be floating around.
Not quite.
These are some thoughts I had on what complacency is like. I'm not sure whether these hit the mark or possibly touch upon something else, but for the time being, they'll do.
1) Complacency is like watching the clock tick...realizing in your head "hey, i don't get too many of those ticks" but then still watching the clock (OK, maybe that one doesn't quite work.)
2) Seeing the opportunities and then watching as the opportunities walk past.
3) Complacency is like watching a clock tick, getting pissed that you are watching a clock tick, and then still staring at the clock tick. (Try number 2 at thought number 1. Still doesn't work. Damn.)
4) Complacency is like staring at a gigantic white board on which everything that you want to do and accomplish is written, and then being distracted by a bag of potato chips. When you turn around, the white board is erased, and you only see the faint online.
5) Letting the days pass to the point that the idea to do something meaningfull generally comes when such thought is meaningless,
Do these make any sense?
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