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Saturday. I’m watching TV. Some French program called something like “The French House”. It’s about interior design and decoration. I don’t speak French but I can understand a little bit. I’m always amazed with the things they do. I wish I could cut/saw in a straight line, I’d be building stuff. Probably is a good thing that I can’t do it, knowing me, the chance is big that I leave my projects half way done. I’m not a quitter, I just lose interest in things and I rather choose to do what makes me happy.
I know it’ll make me happy to finish some projects but some of them are abandoned for so long that I don’t know anymore how to proceed with them.

Two days to December. Stress level raising at incredible speed. Even if I try to keep calm, everything around is pushing me to cross the line and get crazier. I still don’t get why people wait until this month to do all the things they could have done the other 11 months without all the rush and stress.
And then when you think you can relax, January comes with the stupid resolutions… Like you didn’t end last year already exhausted so you start putting unreachable goals to torture yourself a bit more for the next 48 weeks and then when you get to December again and realize that you didn’t follow many of those resolutions, you do some supernatural effort so you can feel that you learned something from last year and that you are not a failure after all.

Some asshole said that the circle is the perfect shape. Every time I think about something that never ends, I cringe. Circle of hell. You work to get a house, then you work more to get a bigger house. Then you have to work even more to keep that bigger house because maintain it, it’s a lot of work. It never ends. The grass keeps growing and I have to keep mowing…

I’m not in a bitter mood today, I’m just doing laundry… And as you know, that f#$king thing never ends.

I wish the only endless thing was love.

~ by DotedOn on November 28, 2015.