After giving my girlfriend an earful last night for splurging on Sex and the City box set, I went ahead and bought games for myself.
I'm such a hypocrite.
I was going on about self control and instant gratifications (retail therapy). Good things are worth waiting for I said.
Then the first thing I do in the morning is go on an online shopping spree.
*warning - do not look up "Sex in the City" at work.. that's kinda like looking up porn. Its "Sex AND the City"
My self control is such a temperamental thing.
One day I'm like a samurai, able to withstand temptation and have utmost control of myself. Exercising, studying, working, saving up money.
Concentration is as sharp as a razor blade.
Then something happens and I turn in a blob.
A blob is kinda like an evil twin, only a lot more disgusting.
A blob who doesn't exercise. A blob who doesn't eat right or sleep right. I turn to someone who suddenly only care about whats happening in the next two hours.
Then after being a blob for a while, I cross a barrier.
A threshold for which I say "Damn Will! Look at yourself! What are you doing? This is not you!"
Then its back to samurai mode.
It's such an exhausting cycle.
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