I am not sure what it is but sundays do something to me. Its like on Sunday, you think about all of the terrible things you have done the previous week. Every Sunday I sit and think about the extra donut, extra piece of chicken, the tighter clothing and the increasing scale. Every Sunday, I think of all the missed opportunities to apply for jobs, study for the MCAT or do anything with my life. I cant say that I have found pleasure in anything that I do, but what I did figure out is that I have been focused on things that I can accomplish with the least effort. That translates to ...... Cleaning out the cabinet, Cleaning out the refridegerator, Beating Super Mario twice, Donkey Kong Twice. Why have I focused on things that mean absolutely nothing? Because of fear! I am afraid to attempt anything that I may not do well on. I still want to feel accomplished so i get gratification from saving the princess, the banana supply of the world, or even having my mom or dad be happy that I cleaned up something.
Every Sunday I sit here talking about all these things I am going to do, want to do....
But then the next Sunday discover, things have never changed.....
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