One thing too many
By briantologist | July 22, 2004
There are people who thrive on being busy, people who welcome the chance to add new stuff to the list of things they’re doing. These people exemplify the idea that the more you do, the more you can do.
There are these people, and there’s me.
I’ve come to realize the reason I’ve been in such a stupor lately, and it’s that I’ve got more than two things to do. Example: For the past month and a half, I’ve had rehearsals for this charity murder mystery play I’m in. In that time, I’ve also started writing movie reviews for our stupid crap hat local rag. I’ve been doing this on top of going to work for roughly 40 hours a week. Give or take 5-10 hours. This brings me to a total of three obligations, one over my recommended limit.
My job’s not what I’d call demanding. It’s fun, it’s interesting, and for the trillionth time I’m the luckiest manmanman … on the facefaceface … of the earthearthearth for having it. But it ain’t “Boiler Room.” Or “Glengarry Glen Ross.” Or even “Office Space.”
Nonetheless, it’s something I have to do every day, and thus it counts as one obligation. Add the play, and its accompanying rehearsals, and there’s two obligations. Add the (minimal) organizational skills needed to coordinate the viewing, and then the reviewing, of movies, and look out, fat boy: You’re up to three obligations. One over your limit. Commence incoherence and confusion.
It’s pitiful, really, and I realize that. I know to get, like, anywhere at all in this world, one has to be comfortable taking on additional responsibilities, and able to incorporate them into his or her life without said life turning sour because of them. But people, I am not much of anywhere in this world right now, and I can’t say I have a huge problem with that at the moment.
Yes, there’s not much money involved in my lifestyle. Yes, I’m haunted by thoughts that I’m squandering the brightest years of my talent watching “I Love the ’90s.” But right now, at the end of the day, I’m still perfectly comfortable wanting to do absolutely nothing, and I’m still overjoyed that most days I get to do just that. These are the salad years, my friends, and I’m in no hurry to leave them behind.
Topics: Laments, Misc. | 5 Comments »
July 22nd, 2004 at 9:20 am
And I love spending them with you.
July 22nd, 2004 at 10:00 am
Aw. Thanks, poots.
July 23rd, 2004 at 4:53 am
ok.
I started to write a comment and then realized that it sounded so stalker-esqe it was scary.
so I’ll start over.
hi.
nice to meet you.
Like your stuff.
catch you later.
July 23rd, 2004 at 8:16 am
Welcome. Come back any time.
July 23rd, 2004 at 9:31 am
I’m like this also. Two obligations, I’m really at the top of my game. Add one more thing and I am a bumbling pool of despair on the floor. (I only have two children….see!)
My husband has 40 things spinning at the same time, he’s such a show off.