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hawkwing_lb ([personal profile] hawkwing_lb) wrote2011-09-30 03:55 pm

arguments with oneself

Dear self:

No, you may not duck out of climbing because you are tired and introverted and want to go home to cry in your beer (if you had beer). This is how we lost all our upper body endurance, remember?

No, not even if you promise to go to karate tomorrow and climb next week. No. No. Did you hear me say No yet?

Yes, I know we have our period. We've had our period for days. This is not a good excuse. Maybe it's a reason to be tired...

...Okay, I know we did massive cardio on Monday and Tuesday and yesterday. I know.

Okay, guess what? Fuck it, you're right. If you're dreading the thought, go home and sleep.

Not really with the love,

Me.

[identity profile] fjm.livejournal.com 2011-09-30 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Sympathies.

And if it helps, I can't lift weights the first day of a period because I'm too clumsy.

[identity profile] hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com 2011-09-30 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I should be able to ignore all mere human frailties, according to the perfectionist living in my head.

(Perfectionism is very tiring.)

[identity profile] desperance.livejournal.com 2011-09-30 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You could always send yourself home and go climb while your back is turned...

[identity profile] hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com 2011-09-30 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
If only there were two of me!

...Split body disorder, to go with split personalities? :P

[identity profile] desperance.livejournal.com 2011-09-30 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Aye. I'm writing a novel at the moment about a young woman who is operating as two distinct personalities, very much sharing the same body; it'd be handy for her too, if she could only split. Bacteria can do it, damn it! Aren't we supposed to be better than bacteria...?

[identity profile] hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com 2011-09-30 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"More complex" does not seem to mean "better adapted." Alas...

...Although, come to think of it, that would be an interesting sciencefictional thing to play with, if one could hive off bits of one's self mentally and/or physically and reintegrate them at will. I should add it to the file of Ideas To Play With When Not Writing A Thesis.

(Someone else has probably already done it, and I just can't think of who or when.)