Usually this happens to me when I think I am approaching a simple situation.
However I just wrote an intro to a graduation speech for someone I know presenting at UC Berkeley later tonight. That was quite an undertaking and I am going to regret it later, but as of right now I feel I got the job done. Wow that had nothing to do with the question I just felt like bragging.
This world of warcraft thing is much larger than I thought it would be. Oh azeroth will I ever beat your wicked ways?
Wow that had nothing to do with the question I just felt like bragging.
Glad you can realize that, many wouldn't.
I have this curse where I can see myself saying things that don't relate as I say them. Usually I say something about it after I get done saying them. I should really learn to stop myself before I say them.
One of these days I will have this magical journal where I can write all those things down it and get them out of the way so I don't pollute other people's conversations. Much like I am doing now ;)
However attacking that might be taking on more than I could possibly handle (just to keep it all in context).
i think I may be doing it now. I have a full-time job, I'm trying to pursue part-time independent work, blake and I are going to try to do another bit of independent work, and I'm taking a class that takes waaayyy too much time for how many hours it is. couple that with the fact I really only want to do the independent work, and yes, I am over my head because of lack of motivation. Money isn't much motivation and it is why I am doing all of this.
Sometimes I come up with these really brilliant ideas for papers/speeches and I start writing them only to realize that I am in way over my head and it would probably take significant amount of time to write effectively on the subject.
Not to mention actually speak on it.
I guess I do it because it's fun to learn stuff you didn't really know too much about before. Because I like the challenge, because I'm at my best when the guns turned 180 degrees...
This damn job at EA. The commutte really f***ing sucks and it's a completely dysfunctional atmosphere.
Situation: My life.
Reason: My parents made me.
i think we all curse the day we were born
mark, i wanted to be loved and to love, and sex with a large penis.
My whole life is spent over my head. I'm looking down on myself right now. Wow, my roots are showing.
Sometimes I think I have too many ambitions and I want to narrow them down and make up my damn mind. But maybe its not indecision... maybe its just poor time management.
You know what they say:
"procrastination is like masturbation. Its only fun until you realize you're f**king yourself."
Though isn't poor time management technically linked to indecision? Or not fully paying attention, which might cause you to realize, "Goddamn! I just spent an entire day on my twentieth priority!"
How is that logo for unfortunate consiquenses coming along?
Logo version 1 is complete. What should version 2 look like?
I haven't seen the first one yet. It isn't on the webpage as of the last time I looked. I am sure version one looks perfect.
It seems like it happens every day.
The last time that really stands out was when my dad broke his neck. He called me at night the day it happened, and told me that he needed some help for a while with getting the kids around and getting him to various appointments and such. I agreed to watch my brother and sister for a few weeks. That included taking them to school, and after-school activities. Sean takes Tae Kwon Do, megan likes to go to the park and do arts and crafts. So basically my day started at about 6am and ended well into the night. I also had to do things for my Dad and my step mother, as well as my normal obligations.
After the first day I realized I had bitten off way more than I could chew. I had mono at the time, and I was just completely beaten by the task of having children. It's tough having kids. I guess I did it because... well, because I'm a total pushover. But at least I'm a reliable complete pushover, right?
Well, it ended as well as could be expected. And I guess I was in a position where the money he gave me helped out a lot, but I was really beaten down by having these kids thrust upon me. I still ask myself why I thought I could handle it.
The last time would be, coincidentally, the first time, and encompasses every mote of detail in my useless and pointless existence: It was the moment I was born into this sick, cruel world. This was not my choice--it was the miscalculation of my life-zealous parents who mistakenly thought they were doing me a favor, or perhaps were not thinking in my interest at all, for if they were, contraceptives would have been used or my fetus would have been aborted.
The last time I took on more than I should have was when I went to a chinese buffet that also had a sushi bar. I took 4 plates of sushi, but was only able to eat 3. I did it because sushi is good and because my stomach deceived me. Well, that and it's important to contribute to world hunger by wasting food. If I didn't, then all those charity organizations would go out of business.
Quasi-serious answer: Too often it's not so much that you end up taking on too much in life, but that life throws a lot at you. You can either deal with it the best you can and say you tried or you can wimp out and sit there and cry like a snivelling child. So, if life gives you four plates of food, don't give me the "oh, woe is me," routine, but instead be thankful for the opportunity to prove yourself otherwise.