According to the Catechism (see: the church-a-Catholic-Apostolic-chipiùnehapiùnemetta-hip-hip-hooray), is one of the seven deadly sins. I do not know if you have listed in order of importance, but sloth is the seventh in their list, and the first mine, lately.
lazy. I'm lazy, lazy totally and completely . Laziness I entangles the brain, it blocks all neurons as flies in honey, resin mosquitoes, ants in PVA glue.
(Digression: after many years of evolution, why insects have not yet learned what are the substances that stick and trap them? Which is a question that also applies to most women, to think of it.)
Instead of working wandering the net, jumping from one blog to a friend search images, from a recipe in an etymological research, a fool to play another play more stupid again ... and even the pupils refuse to work. Fixed the screen and send them all out of focus, as was done with stereoscopic images everywhere that I go insane years ago.
There were those who could see the hidden three-dimensional drawing into a bedlam of svirgolini, and who's not. I always suspected that those were people who did not succeed with our feet on the ground and his head screwed on right place. I always managed.
As the suspension of consciousness, a trick in which the teacher, and I do best when I close my eyes. Carry the gene cronoalterazione partial . My escape from reality are legendary, in a book or with his chin resting on his hand, and now I leave here for anywhere else and who knows when.
will I have a tendency to obsession and the pursuit of detail, but I always go back reluctantly, from my imaginary worlds. I arranged them always so cute, then I'm sorry to leave them. When you spend three quarters of an hour good to meet you imagine an entity that has the power to transform your life like you want, but in just three steps, (ie the version of the dignified genie and his three wishes), and you managed to condense into three requests - made with such skill and intelligence that the entity can not refuse to fulfill them - the duemilasettecentocinquantaquattro things that would be perfectly happy to settle for, you have no desire to admit that you dream with open eyes. I
a grim example, suppose one wants to be beautiful, not ugly mug can go and ask the entity to "Make me beautiful." There are too many variables that if left unresolved can produce catastrophic results. Bella how? For how long? For whom? No, you must make your request in a Acconcia.
Then comes out something like: "I want you to death I had to look thirty, but her legs are longer than five centimeters, a third abundant giroseno, no cellulite, the opportunity to eat whatever I want without gaining weight to a pound and the ability to attract the attention only of males performing, thinking and temperamentally compatible. "Capito race?
That was the easy request. It takes a lot longer to fix the economic situation and the emotional, which are the other two pillars of perfect happiness. So when everything is finally in place, everything I do except back to work.
kick.
I make a program work, I look at it and do another. Then I work at night to recover. I end up losing voluntarily enslave time. I am doing it now too.
I'm getting that in mind I have implemented a campaign of self-sabotage the final outcome of which I am not there yet, but that is rapidly expanding to other areas of my life. Get cigarettes. I know I'm perfectly able to stop smoking even once. I've done it before. I know that every cigarette adds a little 'tar in the lungs, triggers free radical damage to cells destroying blows, the skin turns gray, stain teeth and make your breath a scent of eau de cendrier that, especially in the morning just woke up, makes you want to run away from yourself ... but while every day I empty an ashtray from 10:00 to 12:00 butts in the trash. And I do not even have the excuse that adolescent cigarette gives you an interesting air, here there is no one watching me smoke.
In short, what the hell am I doing?
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