Categories: existential-angst
Date: 10 January 2009 21:00:21
kindly supplied by Truthsign. I, too, have been suffering from a bad case of Oblogation: A pervasive sense of guilt about not keeping up with one's blog [and in my case, journaland coursework] (or reading those of others). The dreaded 'd' word has been looming large and I've been experiencing a weird mixture of sluggishness, weepiness, insomnia and angst mixed with domestic industry of the kind that would do Flylady proud. During one of my worst days I managed to completely rearrange the airing cupboard, sorting a load of old clothes for a charity drop at the same time, tidy away the Christmas trees and cards, tidy our 'Christmas cupboard.' and wrestle some errant pampas grass into submission. (I've the scars to prove it!). Add to that several mega- ironing mountains, delicate woollie washes and you've seen the most unMiffy-like behaviour imaginable. Procrastination rules. As it usually does in true Ben Elton-like 'reality gap' style: putting off til tomorrow the things you should be doing today - until I get to what I've called the "Oh sod it!" point, when I finally put pen to paper - or finger to keyboard rather, and rattle off the pesky assignment...at last!
Why do I do it, I ask myself - and is it due to Depression, Procrastination, Pre-menopausal hormonal prevarication or a mixture of all three? Whatever the reason, I've a disquieting sense of selling myself short.