I had previously touched on this briefly in the midst of a Twitter rant, and wrote a note to remember to blog about it. It's really about the thing I hate most about myself.
I have a hard time following through.
Specifically with my BRILLIANT (not even trying to toot my own horn here, this is just fact,) ideas. I'm the type of person to wake up in the middle of the night or super early in the morning talking about whatever was running through my mind. If I had the idea, I have to get it out. Someone has to hear it. My roommate actually used to hate when I did that so she made me buy a notebook and keep it next to my bed.
That notebook collected dust for about 10 months.
Finally, I actually listened to her. I never got around to writing in a notebook, per say, but I did start writing things down. Because I didn't have a notebook I would literally write anywhere; on napkins, receipts, on the inside of my pack of Trident, anywhere. I would always keep them too. Then lose them. Then find them way later in life. What the hell is that about?
What is it about me that I can't catch one of these ideas before they disappear into thin air like the rest of them, and actually make it come to life? It's really frustrating. Like, I'm frustrated talking [typing] about it. It's like, while I have all these ideas, I actually have none at all. My brain will literally just forget about them after 20 seconds.... Two minutes, tops.
I'm surprised I even remembered to blog about this, considering...