If only to look like I don't exist for sole purpose of making snarky comments about other people's issues: I'm not sad that, after whining about it for years, including here, that I've yet to conquer or even approach my time-wasting-catharsis-addictions. I'm sad that I've ceased to care about it. I remember waxing poetic a while ago about how I finally found a major root of my effort/confidence issue - I said, now that I know what the Hell happened to me, I could start fixing it. In actuality, all I accomplished is that I don't beat myself up for being me (as much), but I otherwise still have the exact same problematic habits.
For instance, I've all but conceded actually catching up on (that is to say, genuinely starting) all the textbook reading I need to do for my classes, since there's only six weeks left in the semester. Instead, like essentially every class going back to about the sixth grade, I'm weighing my options and assignments and gauging the personalities of my professors, to see just how far I can slide and retain a passing grade with the minimal effort. I actually sat down with my Spanish syllabus and calculated how good a grade I could get providing all the grades I've currently gotten. I made sure to adjust all my future test grades to assume a "reasonable" result from my normal method of doing absolutely no studying and just desperately remembering lectures. I figured I'd make a 'C', and was actually relieved, since I was seriously afraid I wouldn't pass at all.
Bah, stupid memoir.
You're not... writing a memoir of yourself are you? That would be a very creepy thing to be doing.
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