Red Tape

It is hard for me to mo­ti­vate my­self to do things when I get home from work. Things like call RITA and ask ques­tions about my tax­es, call a den­tist or op­tometrist to sched­ule ap­point­ments, do re­search and ap­ply to take class­es to get my teach­ing li­cense.

I like to re­lax, and when the house is clean and dish­es done, the last thing I want to be do­ing is fill­ing out a loan con­sol­i­da­tion ap­pli­ca­tion on the chest that I use for a cof­fee ta­ble. The last thing I want to do is be on hold for 20 min­utes while some tem­pchimp work­ing for RITA fig­ures out some ex­cuse for telling me why she can’t an­swer my ques­tion, and the last thing I want to do is toil through in­nu­mer­able pop-up prompts on my com­put­er, get­ting redi­rect­ed through 4 dif­fer­ent sites and 4 sep­a­rate lo­gin screens in a quest to find an in-net­work den­tist or op­tometrist. I just want to sit on my ass and read, or prac­tice gui­tar, or [if I had some­one for to cook or with to run] cook­ing or run­ning. But life is red tape and my en­ti­tle­ment gland must be act­ing up late­ly. Struggle and fric­tion keep the uni­verse go­ing. So when I sit on my ass I guess I’m con­tribut­ing to the heat-death of the uni­verse. So if I do stuff I sup­pose I’m di­rect­ly per­pet­u­at­ing the ex­is­tence of the uni­verse. So I guess I should do stuff.

*ZZZZZzZzzzzz.…..snore*

2 thoughts on “Red Tape

  1. i have to agree. when i have some time off, i jsut want to sit around and lis­ten to some mu­sic and play my gui­tar. noth­ing more. i know there are things i should do, but i can bare­ly get my­self mo­ti­vat­ed to do them. im very glad i did get mo­ti­vat­ed to get back in­to school for my teach­ing de­gree though. i feel a lit­tle sense of ac­com­plish­ment.

  2. yeah, i can al­most un­der­stand why my par­ents watch so much TV in the evening. I most of­ten want to come home and lay around read­ing or watch­ing a movie. The win­ter is of­ten worse for this feel­ing; I have been so un­mo­ti­vat­ed late­ly, but have many re­spon­si­bil­i­ties that i can’t keep putting off.

    we’re prob­a­bly all too hard on our­selves. i’m sure we’re tons more mo­ti­vat­ed than lots of peo­ple.

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