I was thinking about Jenny Jerkface's "Seven Deadly Sins of Twilight" post the other day and I realized I needed to go back and revisit one transgression in particular: sloth. Also known as "how Twilight sucked my will to do anything non-Twilight-related for the last year." Same difference.
I used to be pretty organized person. And neat. I had my shit together. I cleaned stuff around the house - frequently! - and word on the street was that sometime people were disinclined to invite me and Mr. Snarky over to their homes lest we see their less-than-tidy abodes. [JJ's note: This is absolutely true.] People have been known to ask me what it takes to keep the dust bunnies at bay. Or they used to... Because these days, the dust bunnies are winning. In fact, they aren't even tiny bunnies anymore. They're more like a pack of freakishly huge New York City sewer rats. And everything else has gone to hell in a handbasket, too. Thanks Twilight! Thanks blogging!!!
At first I got upset about this sorry state of my affairs... In the last year, things went downhill faster than Edward chasing a line drive to right field. At the end of last winter, my clothes were never stored away for the season; most of my summer stuff stayed in bins and never saw the light of day. I couldn't be bothered (this made things easier as fall approached, but that's besides the point). Take-out food became de rigueur; diet standards slipped, and I like to cook. I like to eat healthy, well-balanced meals made with carefully selected whole foods. However, I have also come to the realization that I love Twilight and blogging about Twilight and the people I've met blogging about Twilight even more, and I think pizza is the perfect meal. Throw some sausage and peppers on that baby and it's a complete food-pyramid all in one neatly delivered no-fuss, no-muss package.
Sadly, things have slipped in all facets of my life... Bills sometimes go unpaid. Not because of lack of funds (hardly ever!), but because I can't be bothered to spend twenty minutes twice a month setting up my online payments to go out on time. Or keeping track of my mail so that all the bills land in one place and don't get buried in the closet with all the other junk when we have guests over. Oops. Filing things away in an organized fashion after payment? Fugettaboutit... I was never good with remembering dates and birthdays and things like that, and in the last twelve months or so, I just gave up. Unless it's a Twilight-related birthday, anniversary, or date, in which case I will spend a week preparing a special blog post or have a count-down clock going so that I can watch the seconds elapse until The Big Day (only 4164 hours until Eclipse comes out!!!).
I'm always rushing about and late to work in the morning because before I get out the door I need to check my email (all four accounts), the blog, the blog stats page, other blogs, and Twitter. One day I was so frazzled that I raced out the door and left the kitchen faucet running. I was trying to simultaneously fill a pan from breakfast that I'd thrown in the sink with water to soak ("soaking" is my excuse to put dishes off until later) while also packing my lunch. Apparently I can't multitask before 8 a.m. - um, or ever. Mr. Snarky beat me back home that night and he was...perplexed. And a tad worried. For all of us.
Work productivity? That's pretty much an oxymoron these days. Unless you count writing blog posts, getting my Twilighty/RPatts news & pic fixes, tweeting, and emailing JJ about all of the above. I keep waiting for the day when my boss will call me into his office and then slam down reams and reams of paper on his desk - all printouts of bloggy stuff, tweets, and emails to JJ. And all I think I would do at that time would be to ask "Hey can I get a copy of that?"
I used to care. About all of that stuff. And then... well, I realized something. I realized that I didn't care (much). It didn't matter. It didn't matter if Twilight and blogging was a monster that had taken over my life. I loved it, unequivocally and irrevocably. And really, when you think about it, it's not REALLY sloth. It takes a lot of work to be this obsessed with something. When you view it from that point of view, I'm really a bit of an over-achiever. Go me!