I don’t know which of my parents to blame for my short attention span. I can’t seem to WANT to do anything for more than a few months. Everything I start begins to lose its flavour, its shine after a couple of months. I seem to find reasons to psych myself out of situations I put myself in.
I can’t decide if its because I can’t keep up. Maybe I am running at a speed that is just too slow. Maybe if I stopped and observed, I would observe that I am really just running on the spot. I can’t decide if perhaps its because nothing can keep up with me. We start out at a certain pace together, but like everything before it just falls behind. Whether I am running away or running toward something, there never seems to be a connect.
Maybe that is why I am so afraid of making commitments, of making promises. Because I know at the back of my mind that there is no forever. Maybe that’s why I chew each stick of my gum no longer than a minute. Because I cannot stand to reach the point where it begins to lose its flavour. Hell I can’t even commit to updating this damn tumblr.
