Deadlines are picking on me. They don't like me. They are always against me. I never have done anything to deserve their oppressive attention.
In fact, it is quit the opposite. I try to ignore them. I try to avoid them. I attempt to pretend like they are not there. I go out of my way to leave them alone. Yet they always seem to hunt me down--like stalkers.
Deadlines are like that annoying guy in the coffee shop that just can't get the hint that conversation is unwanted. Regardless of my body language and short attention span deadlines won't stop gibbering.
They talk nonsense...as if what they have to say is the most important thing in the world. They are arrogant too. They don't care what I have to say. It is always all about them. They are so vain. It is almost like the world will fall apart if I ignore them--heaven forbid.
Deadlines are so manipulative. They are control freaks. I am like the verbally abused spouse who comes back for more without knowing why. It is as if I can't define my self apart from them. I thought that I was a little better self-differentiated than that. Don't I have my own identity? I can't live up to these expectations...
I need help.
5 comments:
indeed. i got an xcel bill this month that was twice as high as usual. at first, i freaked out about the near-doubling in price of natural gas and why i'm going to go broke or freeze this winter. then i noticed that it was only that expencive because i completely forgot to pay it last month. wow.
plus, every morning, i press snooze 6-10 times.
we should all just chill out. about paying bills on time, getting up on time, and meeting deadlines. move to italy. they don't give a lick.
engineers like deadlines.
we probably invented them.
I completely agree
That is why the age of 12 was my favorite year on earth. I couldn't give a rat's ars about deadlines. I just skateboarded and played until I was tired or the sun went down. Life was spontaneous and care-free.
Then, again, I still had to report to my mom and had a curfew.
Nothing like a deadline to make me want to throw a full-blown temper tantrum like I was 2 years old.
We should start a rebellion against deadlines. No...a revolution.
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