How can you expect so much of me when you know we’re the same person with the same fickleness? With the same weakness for passive amusement and mindless games and just sitting very still. We’re the fool child who wastes his allowance on candy and never has anything to show for it but fat and cavities. Don’t you realize I have no more motivation than you, just nearer deadlines?
You ask a lot, and I’m really trying. I want it all as much as you do – the finished projects, constructive lifestyle, cultivated relationships – and I know I’m the one who has to make it happen, but it just doesn’t get any easier. We both keep thinking it will, but it just doesn’t.
Thanks for cleaning the cat box and taking the chicken out of the freezer. Thanks for doing the dishes and making the bed and flossing our teeth. Thanks for the sleep deprivation too, asshole.
Idleness by John William Godward
What would you say in a letter to Yesterday You? To Tomorrow You?