i would love to write a longer first post, but noodle cat calls to me from the fathoms of the internet.

GREETINGS, faceless readers in the abyss (wow i’m cheery)

so yea, this is a blog… about what i think about stuff… expect may ellipses… lots of italics (and probably some brackets).

so the idea behind me making a blog is that i’m bored, and need something else to add to my ever more elaborate procrastinatory tools, so posts may be long, rambling roads to nowhere. Especially if I have work that i absolutely have to do right now…. but can still wait a little longer.

I thought a suitable theme for this post, then, would be procrastinating, and why we actually do it, i mean we all know that whatever we need to do needs doing well, with time to spare so it can be practiced / rehearsed / proof read / etc. so we are truly happy with what we do. And yet we still insist that sitting on our arse all day looking at silly pictures of cats eating noodles (yes, they exist, and yes, they are beautiful) is a far better use of our time than actually succeeding at whatever endeavors we set out to do. Personally i would like to think that it is because as people we crave instant gratification,yes if we spend all night on our course work we will do better and have a stronger chance at succeeding at life and stuff, but life is so damn far away in our eyes. Right this moment we want to watches fat people fall over with a glazed expression on our face, whilst eating generic sugar coated sweets (which definitely are not related to or affiliated in any way with the brand smarties). we as people fail to see the long term affects of our acts far more than wwe offten appreciate. This can be applied to so many other things as well; for example some of the things my ”friends” say, it may seem like a funny joke at the time, but they dont seem to appreciate that saying something isn’t like shooting a target with an arrow, a one time thing that happens and is done, but more like dropping an object of unknown weight in to a pool of questionable deapth. They don’t know the full impact of what they are about to say, no one truly can, and its affect could be far more drastic than anyone could ever have planned for…

wow, I really do get sidetracked when i start thinking 

i would love to write you a wonderfull essay rant (wressay? errant? essant? the possibilities are endless…) but noodlecat is calling me and i must appease his will

 

’till next time, peons 

the magical pastie 😀