Entrance: Revolving doors
Entrant: The evolving dour.
When the day begins with the thought: Why is that people who say nice things like "Have a nice day" don't really mean it and really mean it when they say "Fuck you" or for that matter any expletive ??!! Its a vivid moment in a day of revelations. :\
Ah! Wonderous is the thought process of the generic carbon based bipedal life form descending from an ape. Sometimes or rather most of the times for the thought process, the triumph of imagination over intelligence is exasperating. The thing with imagination being the undying patience it gets. As it's so felt, the motive of it goes as "Be patient...wait for long enough.....nothing happens". Erm. |:
Logic is supreme, but when tried mixing little logic and lots of imagination, what one can at best hope is a Hollywood movie with gregariously glamorized defunct personalities having obsessive compulsive disorders, which evoke Oohs and Aahs and also Ooze-Oomphs sometimes. XD
One of the supremely challenged behaviors belonging to the upper mentioned category is "procrastination". The imagination being the concept of climbing up the ladder by seemingly working hard "later" viz a viz - smart working. Well... it takes a lot of scratches on the head to ingrain the words. Procrastination can neither be created nor destroyed, but can be changed from one premise to other. (Do I hear someone patting me, Ah well, Its time I deserved some of it...Ouch! I mean a pat, not a hit. x\)
Okay! The verse of the aforementioned curse isn't any terse, for the work is made averse, with increasing hours. Hell hath no fury, but mismanaged late hours do hath.. like this, in my case. \:
Less words, great to go. *oomph(s)*
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