Wednesday, September 19, 2012

2 1/2 months

Feels like I'm swimming in a pool that's slowly drowning me.

Gaaaah. I suppose it makes sense because my workload has been increasing and now I've hit midterm season. There's so much to do, so much to take care of and yet I stop. I want the world to stop and perhaps that's the reason that I stop. I'm not sure what it is. I suppose it could be related to stress. Or it just is stress.

At times like this, I wish I had infinite energy, an insatiable amount of motivation and the time to match. I could do all the things that run through my head at once.

I suppose with responsibility, there comes that suppression of desire. "I want to do this, but I need to do that."

Why does that suck so much? Why can't "I want to do this" be just that? "I want to do this and I need to do it." I suppose that although that's what everyone seeks, a vast majority accept it as a reality that they cannot obtain.

I wonder if I'm being foolish in continuing to pursue that ideal.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Responsibility

I always wonder, with people who are really responsible, do they ever consider being irresponsible?

I wonder what prevents them from being irresponsible.

I've gotten away with a lot of things in my life and some things were things that I was supposed to take responsibility for and no, I didn't get off scott-free, but the consequences were much less severe than was expected.

I suppose it's somewhat obvious that people need to be responsible or else the world would probably be more chaotic. Though sometimes I wonder if chaos is such a bad thing. Why do those things have to be categorized as "good" or "bad"? I mean certain things are obviously good and obviously bad. Murder with intent is bad (though in war, that too becomes blurred, doesn't it?). Food is very obviously good (haha just kidding, that's a bad example).

Actually, what is obviously good? Is it sad that almost all things in this world can be twisted and made in one way or another bad?

That sux.

Anyway, responsibility is annoying. I'm being immature and I know it, but sometimes I question. What's the point? Rat race really does aptly describe the feeling I get when I think about adulthood and the responsibility that comes with being one.