Mania never lay your head down
Nov. 11th, 2004 11:23 amI need to cut down on the caffeine, or something. Since last night my brain has been rattling around like a pea in a piggybank; all I can do is make crap puns and free-associate off everything people say.
I wondered the other day whether I'm trying to do too much. The last two days have managed to include: one karate lesson; one singing rehearsal; one orchestra rehearsal; reading two and a half novels; writing a long 'creative' LJ post and a link-saturated blog-style LJ post; one supermarket shopping trip; and enough work (including one edition of the Reporter) that my employers aren't complaining. The problem is then I write it all down and look at it and think "Not ENOUGH! I'm NOT DOING ENOUGH!"
I resent having to sleep. I stay up till 2am reading and wake up at 8am. (There'll be time enough for sleeping when we're dead.) I read while I'm brushing my teeth so the time isn't totally wasted on tedious bits of life-maintenance. I'm trying to live nine lives in one. (It's about being able to fly; it's about dying nine times.) And I'm still not achieving anything. Why can't I put all this effort and energy into something worthwhile rather than endless, pointless middle-class hobbies? What the hell is worthwhile anyway?
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I need a holiday.
I wondered the other day whether I'm trying to do too much. The last two days have managed to include: one karate lesson; one singing rehearsal; one orchestra rehearsal; reading two and a half novels; writing a long 'creative' LJ post and a link-saturated blog-style LJ post; one supermarket shopping trip; and enough work (including one edition of the Reporter) that my employers aren't complaining. The problem is then I write it all down and look at it and think "Not ENOUGH! I'm NOT DOING ENOUGH!"
I resent having to sleep. I stay up till 2am reading and wake up at 8am. (There'll be time enough for sleeping when we're dead.) I read while I'm brushing my teeth so the time isn't totally wasted on tedious bits of life-maintenance. I'm trying to live nine lives in one. (It's about being able to fly; it's about dying nine times.) And I'm still not achieving anything. Why can't I put all this effort and energy into something worthwhile rather than endless, pointless middle-class hobbies? What the hell is worthwhile anyway?
This post brought to you by Janet's Teenage Brain.
I need a holiday.
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Date: 2004-11-11 03:49 pm (UTC)Yeah, but what about the sleep? ;) Seriously though... 7 hours a night would mean being in bed by midnight! When would I read??
Charities clearly don't really change anything in a global sense (though I don't doubt that they help individuals in some cases) otherwise they'd all have put themselves out of a job. Look at the new Band Aid single -- "let's celebrate the fact that all the same problems are still there 10 years later". Hmm. Or maybe I'm just not thinking long-term enough...?
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Date: 2004-11-12 12:45 am (UTC)Something like getting a clean water supply to some remote village, that kind of thing lasts at least a decade or so, barring a war.