Are you ever angry with yourself for a thing that you have not done, and it's not even hard, and you want it to be done, but you keep on not doing it, and getting angrier and more disgusted with yourself? I hope I'm not the only one who does this because I need to someone to tell me why
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You are not the only one. I do it kind of frequently.
Looks around messy living room that I keep promising myself to pick up...
Yes, Zen, but I have no idea why or how to make myself move on the thing.
I'm pretty sure it's the only way I ever get anything done.
It's a package I need to wrap in bubble wrap, seal the box, address label, drive to the post office. It's been two weeks. I'm doing it tomorrow, ISTG. This is ridiculous.
I've just gotten to where I don't want to leave the house.
Executive dysfunction is a crippler. It's not procrastination, it's worse. I know, commiseration isn't really any help. I'm sorry.
Zen, you are SO not alone!
I've had to make a point of getting out of the house at least once a day. Sometimes it's only running out of diet Coke that makes me leave.
Executive dysfunction...
Now I'm thinking of Eddie Izzard's "executive transvestite" bit.
Are you ever angry with yourself for a thing that you have not done, and it's not even hard, and you want it to be done, but you keep on not doing it, and getting angrier and more disgusted with yourself?
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I've had to make a point of getting out of the house at least once a day.
I often only get out to the driveway to watch the sunset, but it makes me put on outside clothes and comb my hair. Outside clothes being a loose description because only to driveway standards, not like really out in public standards.