The way I work myself up into a state of complete panic about such stupid things really makes me wonder just how much of a nut-job I really am sometimes. And when they come falling into place so smoothly and with maddening simplicity, it just makes my worried thoughts all the more pointless.

It's been said that worrying is always a completely pointless emotion: anything worth worrying about is out of your hands and won't be helped by your worrying, and anything that isn't worth worrying about, well, clearly. Not worth it. (I think someone once said this more eloquently, but I, being lazy, do not care to research that for you. You got my point anyway, I hope.)

Still. It's the end of the week, and all my post-it notes are still there. I rearranged them a little, to make myself feel better, and it's not like I accomplished nothing... I just didn't accomplish anything that I'd planned to accomplish.

And I still have a 3-5 page paper to write by 5 pm tomorrow, but somehow, this doesn't phase me. I am unphasable.

(Except by large masses of post-it notes that threaten to take over my desk along with my mind and all my worldly possessions. But they too shall pass. I hope.)

Completely unrelated, but it's amazing how much some people just don't get it. At all. I want to laugh, or feel bad, but when someone keeps insisting on seeing the world through their warped, self-serving vision, even when they know, when it's been clearly pointed out and mapped for them just where they went wrong and how very wrong they went (and are), well, you catch my drift. People, I tell you.

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Replies: 3

Posted by todd @ 10/27/2001 01:35 PM EST

heroin was invented to treat opium addiction.

Posted by shaun @ 10/27/2001 11:27 PM EST

Worrying makes you grow old faster

Posted by morpheus @ 10/28/2001 12:08 PM EST