Sigh!
Guilt, guilt, and more guilt! That's all there is to this ... this ... work.
Oh come on! boo hoo get it over with. Who are you kidding? Work has no interest for you any more. All you want to do is escape in the scenic routes of books, nature, television, or even day dreaming.
Work evokes guilt and panic.
Panic? Panic? Why panic? I mean you are adept in that. What causes panic? This certainly is surprizing.
I don't know. I mean I most probably do know but am in denial. Maybe panic is caused by the fact that people may find my work inadequate. Maybe they will find my work below par. Oh I know it has been rare earlier... but recently they have found inadequacies in my work. My confidence is wearing off. I do realize that all this is because I don't pay attention to it - but it still doesn't feel nice. It just brings on a whole wave of guilt.
Ok so I understand guilt. But I still don't understand why panic?
What if people realize that I'm a stupid broad who hasn't worked properly for a loooong time. And you do know how long. What will happen then? Will they fire me? Will they just shun me? Will I get any interesting projects? Oh I feel like crying.
Hmmm Interesting. That indeed is a cause for panic. But doesn't the fact that they do know that you haven't worked properly for so loooong and still give you their respect count for something? Dearie, they STILL respect you. You still offer valuable suggestions and compromizes. You are still willing to help others, without any concern for what you'll get in return. Doesn't that count for something? You bloody have gained a new project from the client just because you were being you! Gawd! I mean of course you have your downs. The company has supported you in that. Recognize it. But this doesn't mean that you don't have the right to feel panic or guilt. You have all the right to feel whatever you want to feel -- it makes you human.
But I want to be perfect. How will that happen if I don't work?
You are right -- if you don't work you won't be perfect. But even if you work you won't be perfect. You can never be perfect.
Sob...
Ack... hear me out completely first... No one can be perfect.
Sob...
Ok tell me... have you ever, and I mean EVER, found a person who is perfect? Anyone? Anyone at all?
Someone did seem like perfect to me.
And did you actually like that person?
Nope... I thought she was too stuck up.
So you want people to think you are stuck up?
Noooooo... of course not. I want them to like me.
But they already like you.
Yeah right!
Dear... they help you all the time. Take time to visit you even if you don't visit them. Call you. Bloody bring samosas for you just because they looked fresh! Sheesh... what else would you call it?
Oh... I mean oops!
It's all right.
I guess I should get back to work. I mean this is procrastination.
Lol... it is a good procrastination. There are bad procrastinations too...
And they would be?
I don't want to give you any ideas.
LOL...
love ya!
(Ok I know this is pretty narcissistic but I can't help but love it!)
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Should I post this?
Why not?
Everyone will read it.
So...
They will find out how I feel.
And your point is?
I don't want anyone to find out that I'm like this...
Like what?
Not perfect...
I thought we went through this already.
Eeps!
Sigh! Remember, you ARE perfect... you are the perfect you. No one can be any better at being you than you. Now I hope I have confused you enough to get back to work?
Nope.
Brat.
Pervert.
See how complicated it is to talk to oneself. Remember that you love yourself. Why else would you eat samosas even though you have a bad tummy.
This seems counter productive... but what the hell... yes. I do love myself. Happy now? I'm finally getting back to work.
Thank god!