Time is so precious. Time to me is more important than money. I'd rather work less, have less, buy me some more time. So why do I waste so much of it? My Twitter addiction is a massive culprit at the moment. Food is consumed straight from the packet/foil take-away container to save having to load the dishwasher, the cat has gone feral, the bedding is crunchy and no-one in the house has worn clean underwear in weeks. But I just thought of a knob gag that might make a few people giggle (or more often than not *groan*) so to hell with the mind numbing banality of housework.
When I started Tweeting I thought I could handle it. People warned me, "It begins with the occasional little Tweet, just for fun, just at weekends. Then you move on to longer Tweets, get sucked into conversations, you can't make it through the day without Tweeting, you sneak into the toilets for a Tweet at work cos your fingers are all Twitchy. Before you know it you're Tweeting 80...90 times a day, you can't sleep, all you can think about is where the inspiration for your next pun will come from..." It's a slippery slope and i'm whizzing down it on a greased up tea-tray.
It's not just Twitter though, I've always been like this, always craving some kind of constant mental stimulation. Before Twitter there was Facebook Scrabble (oh how I love the Scrabble), and before that copious amounts of crosswords (and the occasional Sudoku, although I'd choose words over numbers any day).
I'm not a fan of movement in general, to say I'm sedate is probably an understatement, I'm positively sedentary, come to think of it, I'm silt. I am green with envy of people who enjoy exercise, to me it's just boring and painful and occasionally vomit-inducing. Something else that despite my wishing I didn't feel this way about, will always be consigned to my "To Don't" list. However, I am still able to empathise with the kind of person that is constantly a bit hyped-up, you know, the energetic, lively sort who bounces out of bed in the morning and embraces the day. Who goes for a swim before work and a jog after. Who spends a whole day cycling at the weekend...and goes to the gym every evening...and does a yoga class...and teaches thai fucking kick-boxing in their fucking lunchbreak!! Yes, I can empathise with them, because my brain works in the equivalent way to their bodies. It never let's me get any bloody peace. And whether I'm sorting the bills, washing the car, walking the cat, ironing the driveway or watching naked Bruce Willis juggle flaming chainsaws whilst rescuing a kitten from a sky-diving accident... I'll still be kind of bored and want to be doing something else more mentally stimulating at the same time.
I'm just rambling now which is a sign I should probably stop writing this now and go do some of that housework. I think the kids might at risk of getting mange....
