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April 05 invisibleI'm a feet in the grass kind of girl. A wind in your hair, sunshine on your skin kind of girl. I'm a people watcher, a wonderer. I wonder who you are and what you've done. How did you get here and where are you going? I wonder if you look at me and wonder? I wonder if you see me at all? I'm a feet in the grass, wind in my hair, sun on my skin kind of girl and I wonder if anyone cares? Should I be someone other than who I am, would you see me then? PersonalsLonely recluse seeks contact with the outside world.
After many interesting and sometimes hairy adventures,
she finds herself too independent and prone to navel gazing.
Regularly to be found communing with her computer, in the creation of fantasy realms and alternate personalities,
she tends to forget that an actual world with real people exists beyond. It is only when she pauses- to take a breath, to admire the beauty outside her window- that she realises she is too alone in the world, that while her pc and her characters are absorbing they are no substitute for friendship and emotional interaction. procrastinationProcrastination is the enemy.
It lurks at the starting gate and trips you up, vicious and unsymapthetic to your dreams.
'I'll just get this out of the way and I can focus on this thing I want to do.'
And it slips in while you're not paying attention and steals all the minutes and hours away.
You look at the clock and wonder where that hour went- what did you achieve?
What have you got to show for it?
Another hour that you're not going to get back, used up and discarded thoughtlessly.
Maybe I should just stop procrastinating. |
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