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Going Through the Motions
In life we all have the daily routines that keep us going in our own little vanilla worlds. And though I too have rituals which I stick to, once again it can be seen I am not normal.
I am a weird mixture of organized and pathological laziness, and so I have some regimens that I use occasionally and some I use religiously.
During the summer I go to mass and pray the rosary every day. And during the school year I listen to audio books, attend theatre rehearsals, and facebook my friends before doing homework.
I enjoy the structure of having certain activities to depend on mixed with breaks in between reserved for unplanned adventures. But when I do not get to do these things I just don’t feel right or content.
If say, I haven’t read some of the novel I am reading that week I will be distracted and sad because I want to know what happens next, and I haven’t gotten to escape to a foreign land that day.
If I am about to go to bed I know I will not sleep unless my closet is completely closed and I am safely under the blankets. Because secretly I still think there are monsters under my bed.
Or if I didn’t write about something completely boring in my life that no one cares about but me, I just couldn’t call myself Maggie Baine, the Rainbowland Queen.
I am a weird mixture of organized and pathological laziness, and so I have some regimens that I use occasionally and some I use religiously.
During the summer I go to mass and pray the rosary every day. And during the school year I listen to audio books, attend theatre rehearsals, and facebook my friends before doing homework.
I enjoy the structure of having certain activities to depend on mixed with breaks in between reserved for unplanned adventures. But when I do not get to do these things I just don’t feel right or content.
If say, I haven’t read some of the novel I am reading that week I will be distracted and sad because I want to know what happens next, and I haven’t gotten to escape to a foreign land that day.
If I am about to go to bed I know I will not sleep unless my closet is completely closed and I am safely under the blankets. Because secretly I still think there are monsters under my bed.
Or if I didn’t write about something completely boring in my life that no one cares about but me, I just couldn’t call myself Maggie Baine, the Rainbowland Queen.
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