An Act of Desperation

We all try to avoid confrontation (at least to some degree). For me, the vexatious realization of coming face to face with my overdue homework assignments causes just enough trepidation to evade them for another week. This simply cannot happen. Tonight has been a rather unsuccessful attempt. It seems I've done everything possible to avoid the inevitable. However, I've finally reach the point of desperation. I've exhausted all possible outlets. I've no other option, but to blog.

I'm blogging to avoid my Principals of Sociology Journal.

Pathetic, right?

Thankfully I'm not alone. Confrontation is horrifying to everyone, no matter what the subject matter (matter matter matter!). The thought of accosting any form of negative energy can make even the staunchest man go the extra mile just to avoid it. Even if it means smoking a pack of cigarettes and consuming overt amounts of donuts from the local bakery at 3 in the morning.

Eventually, we all need to face our fears. Perhaps we need to initiate a long overdue conversation with our parents, patch things up with a friend, or even just write a simple 1 page journal entry that was due 2 fucking weeks ago (no resentment, I swear). I like to think that fears exist only for the sole purpose of being conquered. They are put on earth only to make us stronger human beings.

I'm beginning to feel the repercussions of staying up this late. The more I write, the less sense I seem to make. I must be sleep drunk. A perfect opportunity to begin my homework, wouldn't you say?

I am such a hypocrite.

Anyway, in the words of Ted Mosby's mother,

Nothing good happens after 2 am