AgentPing

how many of us know anything beyond “raindrops keep falling on my head/but that doesn’t mean my eyes would soon be turning red”? Not many, I’d say. And so, in an effort to distinguish myself from the general public, I will take the time to learn the lyrics to this great, symbolic song instead of preparing for my Statistics examination (in the process, procrastinating ‘til the very last minute, and thus, achieving part of my “embracing imperfection” goal).

So far, I’ve got:

“raindrops keep falling on my head
and just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
nothing seems to fit
those raindrops are falling on my head
they keep falling

so I just did me some talking to the sun
and I said I didn’t like the way he got things done
sleeping on the job
those raindrops are falling on my head
they keep falling

but there’s one thing
I know
the blues they send to meet me
won’t defeat me…”

Basically, there are lots of things wrong with me. I procrastinate. It’s a religion. And I’m going to keep procrastinating. On everything. For the rest of my life probably. So I should just accept some part of it. I’ll never know how to speak at ease in public. NEVER. I’ll never know how to talk to new acquaintances without sounding awkward and suspicious. I’ll never be able to live through any type of interview without saying something stupid and/or inappropriate and without being awkward and/or nervous. NEVER. I’ll never stop drinking coffee even though it is detrimental to my health. I’ll never look like Cindy Crawford. But this is not defeat; it’s merely imbracing imperfection which I think is perfection in itself because really, imperfection is pretty fucking awesome.

I’m pretty sure I’d be much more content if only I got up on the right side of bed each morning instead of hitting the alarm and then going back to bed and grumbling to myself about the misery of living life as a commuting college student and my nonexistent love life (nonexistent LIFE for that matter) and why acne is starting to pop up and stuff like that and then yelling at myself to REALLY JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF BED. But I don’t. I grumble and moan about the state of things and I pretty much miss my first lecture doing it.

No. No more of it. And while the semester’s ending, I think this is good practice next term when I need to get up by 5AM instead of 7AM…so I’m going to start waking up refreshed with happy positive thoughts, thoughts of sunflowers and blue skies and such. Maybe it’ll work.