June302009
Inertia
Days like this, days when it feels like an accretionary, pearl-like barrier has grown around the part of my brain that’s able to achieve anything, trying to act feels like running into a wall of molasses.
It’s not a lack of motivation; it’s just inertia.
However much will I summon I can’t get the smallest thing started - just staring at a succession of screens trying move my brain into a place that can think. But no thoughts will come.
It doesn’t get me often, but it does get me, and where does it come from.? It’s not the heat - I’ve had this in all weathers. It’s not mood - I’m perfectly happy (apart from about this inability to move), I had a plenty good evening with wine and company then a bit of time to myself to cook something nice and look after my home, I didn’t stay up stupidly late.
Maybe it’s something to chalk up to cosmic mystery. A day every two or three years isn’t so bad, but I do want to punch something to make it better. I’ll be all full of self-recrimination and I know that the way to do something is to do it,
but I’m still locked here,
in my head,
unable to accelarate.
Fuck inertia.
Tags: /timewasting /indecisiveness /fucktards
