It’s a bit hard to explain.
When I don’t post a blog for days, sometimes it’s not because I’m too busy. And it’s not because I have nothing to write.
It’s because I have too many things to write.
I get an internal conversation.
“Let’s write A today!”
“Alright…. No, wait. How about B? I think we should do B today.”
“Nah, B is boring. Maybe C?”
“Mmmm. Okay, but D is as important as C if you think about it.”
“Oh I just remembered there’s E!”
Then I get stressed about it and go do something relaxing, like stare at the buttermilk pancakes cooking in Cafe World.
I’m not joking. I do that. Looking at food in Cafe World fills me with some kind of profound joy. That’s why I can’t quit the game even though people are cheating in it.
Time flies when I’m messing around Facebook. And before I know it the day is over and I didn’t write a blog.
It’s the same as when I have too many games to play or too many books to read. I end up spending half the day deciding which to start on first, and then time flies away and I haven’t decided, and the day is over and I haven’t done anything.
After two recent book shopping sprees, I have acquired a large collection of books for my inbox. Well, call it inshelf.
These are books I just bought and haven’t read. Not counting the four books that are currently in progress of being read.
It’s very hard to decide what to read next. Sometimes I start reading a few pages, but my mind keeps yearning for the other books, then I will start on another. And it kind of goes on.
It’s like going to a buffet and wanting to eat everything at once.
These are the games I haven’t played.
And that’s not counting the seven new games I have lent to my friends.
Not counting the countless other games I have started and want to continue but have no time to because all these new games are waiting for me.
It’s like, which one should I play first? I want to play them all!
These are the blogs I haven’t written.
And that’s not counting those for which there are no photos, therefore aren’t represented in my photos folder.
In the end, instead of trying to clear the stuff already in my inbox/inshelf/infolder, I invent new rubbish like this entry to write.