A few posts ago, I mentioned that I might find motivation if I could find a way to be contrary to myself. You probably thought I was talking gibberish. I was pretty sure I was talking gibberish. (Gibberish and I have been very comfortable together for a very long time.)
But I remembered something.
Whenever I was supposed to get a task done quickly, I competed with myself.
Hm. Is there any way to describe this that won't make me sound like I was slightly schizoid as a child...? Probably not.
When I used to make my bed, I used to compete with myself to see who could make my bed faster...me or...me. I used to imagine that there was, for lack of better terms, a parallel me in a different universe that was super speedy. If I could make my bed faster than alternate-me made my bed, I won. If I couldn't, I lost.
There was also a parallel me who took fast baths, who cleaned her room more quickly... I recall beating her a few times.
Now if only I could find a similar--maybe less crazy--way to compete with myself. (Parallel-me, I'm sure, has already written 3 novels by now...)
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You - fast baths?? I think my memory has completely failed me.
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