 |
| Generated by Google Gemini Advanced text-to-image AI software, powered by Imagen 2 |
I’m feeling better today than I have in a week. I’m still not allowed to go
into jail this evening, but I can’t imagine that I won’t be able to get back
to our regularly scheduled programming next weekend. I’m still
frustrated that I’ll have to extend my sentence because of my medical issues,
but this is where procrastination helps. People all my life have told me that
I should be more responsible, and to just get things done once I know that
they need to be done, rather than sitting around, and putting them off. But
that’s not always true, they just might not realize it. One time I had to
replace my door in my house, and then I was left with this extra door that I
didn’t wanna deal with. I put it by the curb, and waited for someone to pick
it up. After a while, my mom started to nag me to bring it into the garage, so
we could do something else with it, but The Walking Dead was on, so no.
That sounded like a job for Future!Tav. Days later, a guy knocked on my door
to ask if he could have the old door. I don’t know how important it was to
him. Maybe he just broke it up, and used it for firewood for one day. Or maybe
it changed his life forever. I’d like to imagine the latter. There have been
other times when procrastinating has helped me, and I’ve felt lucky that I
didn’t waste my time. Timing isn’t always about early versus late. It’s a lot
more complicated than that, and no human is capable of fathoming the profound
complexities of cause and effect. All I’m saying is that maybe it will end up
better that I have an extra 64 hours of jail time. I don’t believe that
everything happens for a reason, which suggests that there’s some
god-like critter that’s moving us around like chess pieces, and trying to
attain some goal, but maybe everything will at least end up all right, if only
through 20/20 hindsight. While I wait, I’m just gonna keep doin’ my thang.
I’ll see ya next week.
No comments :
Post a Comment