What is it?
What is it, that keeps me from cleaning my room? What is it, that keeps me from studying for university and makes me do nothing at all instead? What is it, that keeps me wasting thousands of hours browsing the net and looking at pointless crap of which I know it has long since ceased to entertain me? What is it, that keeps me stay up all night playing computer games of which I know that they are no fun anymore but escape from reality? What is it, that makes me take 20 minutes in the shower, just because the water is nice and warm? What is it, that keeps me from brushing my theeth in the evening? What is it, that keeps me from finally finishing Atlas Shrugged, although I know I really like the book? What is it, that keeps telling me that as soon as I find the first girlfriend that likes me for more than a week, ‘IT’ will go away, although I know exactly that it has to be the other way round - I won’t find anyone as long as ‘IT’ is there, because I don’t respect myself. What is it, that made me buy an iPod, although I know its functionality is useless to me and that it’s only a shiny new toy? What is it, that sometimes makes me incredibly tired, although I know that physically I’m not? What is it, that made me write this post naked, although it’s almost twelve o’clock in the daytime?
What is it?