Sitting in a chair playing games and watching shows all day does not a life make. It makes one feel lazy, uninspired, and worst of all, the days start to pass a little too fast, and they all don't look any different from one another.
I just knew I had to stop when my mom asked me whether I'd be having dinner at home tomorrow and I was like "Is it Tuesday tomorrow? Or Wednesday?"
"It's Saturday."
Oh my farking crudmegeons its Saturday again? Wasn't it just Saturday yesterday? That was when I realised that I'd better get some semblance of order back into my life. In the last two weeks I've been a great conqueror of virtual armies and I have experienced the lives of many different people around the world through various reality shows and dramas, trying to escape the dystopian drudgery that is my life. But as it is with any dream, the waking up's the hardest part.
So it all started with a run. It started pretty well, but 1km into it I was starting to see stars and feel faint. I actually started feeling angry with myself because I'm just 20ish and only wusses that age run 1km and feel like dying. But I pressed on, largely because I had run 1km into nowhere and even if I wanted to quit now, I had 1km to go.
At the end of that run, I felt brilliant because I just made myself do something so unpleasant. After 2 straight weeks of not being able to get up before noon, just doing that gave me immense pride.
So it continued the next day. Despite the pain and everything, nothing makes you feel better than a run sometimes. And now I'm actually addicted to it. Everyday I feel the itch to run, although I know I will hate myself for it till the very last step.
Like a normal human being, I feel the dread before every run, knowing I will not enjoy it, but yet I have to do it because some weird force from within compels me to run so I can purge all the last remnants of my sloth and laziness.
Okay, actually I'm just bullshitting. My IPPT's next month. That weird force is actually the fear of remedial trainings.