Grown-up things and suckage

I have this stupid mental block when it comes to doing anything that might be considered as responsible or grown-up. You know, just like pretty much everyone else on the planet. I procrastinate like crazy when I have things to do. Washing. Cleaning. Working out. My favourite pastimes and hobbies. Wait, what?

I’ll amend the following statement. I USED to have a stupid mental block when it comes to doing responsible or grown-up stuff. Now I just seem to have a natural aversion to doing anything. At all. I hope this is just a bout of seasonal laziness coming to the fore rather than a symptom of something more serious going on. Maybe I’m just in a funk, but given the choice between doing something (like guitar, reading, writing) and doing absolutely nothing, I’ll probably keep staring at that TV screen until I turn into an extension of the couch.

I’m probably over-reacting. I mean, the house is pretty spotless. Well, mostly. If you don’t look at the kitchen. I may not have washed my clothes in a little while, but I know there are still underpants in my room somewhere. I didn’t get up to run this morning when my alarm went off, but I woke up at 5am and it was raining. I took the choice to stay in a toasty warm bed. I shouldn’t be beating myself up for it or screaming “ENTROPY!” into the cruel and uncaring sky.

Seasonal laziness. That’d be it. I’m stressed about stuff, but I’m not going on some nihilistic bender.

I did run this afternoon. First thing after I got home. I changed, did some jumping jacks to get the blood pumping and headed out into the admittedly chilly evening to evade some zombies and gather supplies to rebuild my town. Nice 5km dash. Not too slow.

It is getting kinda dark at night, though. I gotta say that when I run in the morning I’m usually less jumpy than I am if I run at night. I mean, what kind of psycho would be lurking in the park at 6:00 in the morning? They’re all too tired, from lurking in the park until 2:00 in the morning. That’s when the park gets too boring, and even psychos gotta sleep sometime.

I had this whole concept that I was going to write about, and I swear I had some sort of point, but I think I’ve forgotten. And I’m too lazy to try to get back to the point, so I guess I’ll get off my fat ass and go to bed. After I wash the dishes, I guess.

Grr.

I hate being an adult.