Creativity, mine at least, is stifled by routine. For example, right now my mind wishes to produce some top secret, top shelf fiction but my clock tells me that in less than six hours I must begin the painting of the face and the fixing of the hair in order to perpetuate the sterotype the corporate culture of my company requires. No really. It is about image. It is all too tragic. For all we know, I could be the next literary genius, but not because my thoughts become wasted neurons that explode while I sleep into dreams that are so real that weeks later I sometimes legitimatley question if they actually happened. I don't know what the two have to do with one another, but I would surmise it is SOMETHING. Everyone's time has a price and mine prefers to collect its bounty as soon as possible and as conviently as possible. Thus, instead of adopting a lifestyle more to my liking, I must buy into this whole 8-5 setup.
The reality is, I could use my available time to do be more productive. Procrastination is my vice (among others like chocolate and chronic flirtation).
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