DAILY PROMPT: SHE DRIVES ME CRAZY
It makes me crazy when people wear their shoes in my house. What habit/act drives you crazy? How do you prevent it from happening?
I guess I’m just lucky. I can drive myself crazy with no help at all from another party. It’s overwhelming, sometimes, to be so talented.
I have many quirky little peccadilloes that contribute to this happy state of affairs: sloth, bone-idleness, indecisiveness, leaving the milk out… But the star in my firmament of irritating habits is…
The true power and beauty of procrastination can only be fully appreciated when you consider the range of its influence. Alone and unaided, it can cost you money, plunge you into darkness, leave you with no clean knickers, disconnect your phone, alienate your friends, run you out of petrol, empty your fridge and turn your house into a spider fest. I have missed my daily surf because I moseyed about until it rained. I have buggered around and left so late it was dark before I got to Sydney. I have put off having my hair cut until small children ran away in fright.
In short, I have left undone those things which I ought to have done, and done those things which I ought not to have done, and there is no (mental) health in me... all in the service of procrastination. I drive me mad.
And Mr Rymer (no doubt now replacing Gabriel at God’s right hand) should be thrilled to hear me confess it.