(^ caught me by total surprise...I think he was trying not to laugh)So somehow my apartment keeps running out of spoons. To remedy this situation I thought (logically) that I should buy more spoons, and then we wouldn't run out of spoons as quickly. I added about 8 spoons to the assortment already in the drawer to see what would happen and I swear we ran out of spoons faster this time.
I love ice cream so much, I usually buy a 1.5 quart (didn't it used to be 2 quarts? I swear...) and I go through it in about a week when I buy it (judge me all you want but I know it's the secret to maintaining my weight) Anyway, this time I bought a smaller container of ice cream and it took me longer to finish it. Fancy that.
I'm using this principle to cut down on all of the junk that has somehow accumulated in my room, and I also have a secret fear of becoming a hoarder (no, that will never happen) Yesterday as I was organizing my room (instead of researching for my paper of course) it took me well over an hour just to figure out how to situate all of my shoes in my Shoes Under, not to mention the fact that the number of pairs of shoes I own far exceeds the limit of space in the beloved Shoes Under, so then I had to figure out another container to use in addition. For some reason i can't just stick to a task and finish it promptly. I try really hard but my meandering thoughts usually get the best of me. Each pair of shoes brought back a flood of memories; so I kneeled there awhile, a different shoe in each hand, pondering as if in prayer, wishing an act as simple as putting shoes away didn't have to be so arduous. My knees became numb, and I became frustrated. If I can't even compartmentalize my shoes, how can I ever hope to compartmentalize my feelings?
I had to present to my anthropology class today the research I have done thus far for my paper. My teacher's response, "It's like you've grown a giant bush and you have a great deal of pruning you need to do" great.... I just need an off switch for my brain. I am too preoccupied at trying to know everything about everything, I can't ever seem to narrow my focus. I want to know what goes on in everyone else's minds; so many acquaintances but maybe one real friend (with whom I quite possibly have made things weird) I'm too paranoid and trusting at the same time.
I love ice cream so much, I usually buy a 1.5 quart (didn't it used to be 2 quarts? I swear...) and I go through it in about a week when I buy it (judge me all you want but I know it's the secret to maintaining my weight) Anyway, this time I bought a smaller container of ice cream and it took me longer to finish it. Fancy that.
I'm using this principle to cut down on all of the junk that has somehow accumulated in my room, and I also have a secret fear of becoming a hoarder (no, that will never happen) Yesterday as I was organizing my room (instead of researching for my paper of course) it took me well over an hour just to figure out how to situate all of my shoes in my Shoes Under, not to mention the fact that the number of pairs of shoes I own far exceeds the limit of space in the beloved Shoes Under, so then I had to figure out another container to use in addition. For some reason i can't just stick to a task and finish it promptly. I try really hard but my meandering thoughts usually get the best of me. Each pair of shoes brought back a flood of memories; so I kneeled there awhile, a different shoe in each hand, pondering as if in prayer, wishing an act as simple as putting shoes away didn't have to be so arduous. My knees became numb, and I became frustrated. If I can't even compartmentalize my shoes, how can I ever hope to compartmentalize my feelings?
I had to present to my anthropology class today the research I have done thus far for my paper. My teacher's response, "It's like you've grown a giant bush and you have a great deal of pruning you need to do" great.... I just need an off switch for my brain. I am too preoccupied at trying to know everything about everything, I can't ever seem to narrow my focus. I want to know what goes on in everyone else's minds; so many acquaintances but maybe one real friend (with whom I quite possibly have made things weird) I'm too paranoid and trusting at the same time.
I don't really know how to conclude this post, but I'm done now. So, the end.
Ah! I love the Festival of Colors. Wish I could have gone this year.
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