Procrastination.

Surfing the web, tapping into the vast uncharted depths of human interaction; information pouring in; opinions formed, destroyed and protected vehemently; cute kitties; a funny poem; sexy women; sex; bullies; heroes; villans; news; misinformation. I need to get away from it, away from it all. 

Time to watch television. Watch all the caricatures of people interact, maybe learn something interesting; maybe learn something false. Why does ‘Reality’ TV exist? Haven’t they heard of the internet? This is boring. I might read a book.

This book is really good. I’m too tired to read.

Video games! They’re like books but I’m in them. Vicariously dismember things with my controller; learn to play a fake guitar; what an amazing story; what a challenge; what’s the time? I should sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

I wonder if I have any notification? Emails? Comments? New photos?! The internet is great. My turn on words with friends? I don’t have time for that, I’m busy. Oh there’s an app for my phone? Awesome!

Time to get my week started. Shut up phone, oh wait, who commented on my photo? Oh I may as well play my turn now. Oh that looks interesting.

Wait, it’s really not. What is going on? My life is boring. What do I do? What have I achieved? Nothing. I need to create something. I need to contribute to this world. I need to be proactive. But it all seems so - hard. Maybe I’ll just do it online?