I have been reflecting on many things lately, and I have always thought of sharing them with you. However, thinking and doing are two different things. I am sure that many people in the world keep pushing things to do on the following day, and I have to reckon that I am not only one of them. Still, I am sure that I qualify for the top ten, if not the top three. I am a master at procrastinating.
When I started this blog, I proposed to write every day, and I did that for a while. Then, laziness crept in, slowly but surely, and I lost sight of the target. I came back after a while, well, a long time, and promised the same thing. But I still couldn't keep my word, which chaffed a lot. I like to believe that I do what I am saying, and I usually do. Nevertheless, I can't keep doing that when it comes to this blog.
Sometimes, there is no time. Sometimes, I have a good idea, but no way to put it down immediately, and it gets lost in translation by the time I get to the computer or a piece of paper. But then, sometimes, I can't be bothered. So, I might decide that I am in a too bad mood to be doing anything else but jumping from a thing to another on the Internet or reading.
The words above are not an apology but an explanation. Now that I took that off my chest, I may go on.
I won't promise anything anymore, as I can't rely on my willpower to see things through. We live in an era of self-indulgence, and that microbe touched me too. Like most of my contemporaries, I want to do what I want now, not tomorrow or after I have finished my work. Self-gratification is a powerful drug, and it seems that I am not immune to that.
Anyway, I kept thinking about the transience of news. A new thing comes out almost every other second, replacing the last flaming report. If you don't get to read it at the right moment, it tastes like yesterday's pizza.
I don't know why I've been thinking of news lately, and in particular about their short lifetime. I read it when I feel like it. I don't mind if I missed the last catchy story, and I can understand it as well after a month or a year.
I know that I will never make the news, and I don't nurture any stupid dream like that. Being in any reportage or article brings out vultures. There are enough trolls on the Internet, and I don't feel like I would need to bring any hailstorms over my head. Plus, I doubt that I could land in a complimentary report. Sometimes, luck is a fussy woman who smiles at you with parsimony.
Well, let's forget the news. If you need to think about it, you can turn on your phone or computer, and the world will open like an oyster before your eyes. You merely have to pick a side, go with it, and be merry.
I, for one, will choose the good news for the following month at least. If you have not heard, Christmas is coming, and I have already seen the signs in the shops' windows and the ads piling up in my mailbox.
However, I learned to avoid anything I didn't want to see. Why should I feel guilty that I have not started my Christmas shopping? December 23rd or 24th will do for me.
Although I have already received gifts, I will give mine when the time comes. And anyway, the last gift I received yesterday led to an epic battle of wills with Rex. Determined that he deserved it, even though the name on the box was not his, he tormented half the street with his protests and antics. None of us won. The gift is hidden in a closet and will land in my mother's house. We have had enough disturbance for a day.
I rambled enough, and besides, I have long forgotten why I started writing this post. Age brings that as well. I won't promise to write tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I need to find my backbone and not make promises I cannot keep. Anyway, just as an aside, you have lost nothing. My life has not been very adventurous, what with the restrictions and Corona around. Besides a few stupid arguments made when I knew I had no chance to enlighten someone and a creepy cab ride one evening, I can't think of anything right now. Maybe some other day.
Born sometime in the past century, living in the 21st century.
Sometimes I have good ideas... (what do you think?)
Sometimes fascinating guests!
(that for sure!)
Sometimes I have to share some of my frustrations,..
(not too tempting, huh!)
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