angst

Right now i am supposed to be writing an essay.
I stared at the blank page with the blinking cursor, with a flooding sensation of despair.

You do anything not to have to start. Your house will never be as clean. You write about it in your blog.
You force yourself to push that essay into the depths of the back of your head, down there deep, away.
But its there baby. Tick, tack says the deadline, as your headache and unease grow proportionally.
And then you confront it (from far away, with binoculars). You see it's huge, and complicated, you don't know what it even looks like, how you are going to produce it.

And then, choosing between the distaste of doing it, and the distaste of not doing (avoiding) it, you go for the first one. Fool yourself no longer, dive in.

chau.