The Rotter

Sometimes I feel like a truly revolting human being. I'm not depressed or anything, I'm just semi-terrified at the level of sloth that I've allowed myself to plummet to. I'm a freelance writer so I have the freedom to spend my days -- for the most part -- largely ungroomed and covered in my own filth (I do eventually shower, but sometimes not until 3pm. I know, it's gross.) I occasionally manage to do things, ie, I found out last night that I passed my master's degree at the LSE (with a merit, even) despite my best efforts not to. I did go to class, but my revision consisted of panicky moments where I was convinced I knew nothing followed by binge sessions of Lost (which I sneakily decided to watch from Season 1 immediately as my exam revision was due to start, because, hey, it's not like I could study AND deal with a commitment as intense as watching a trashy TV show that has no relevance in my life). I am actually almost prouder that I watched all six seasons of the show in about three weeks than I am of getting the master's! I feel like so many people get them these days. But how many can truly devote themselves to the art of the rot?

Contrary to what the above paragraph might suggest, I'm not a total hermit or pariah. I have wonderful friends whom I love to see (preferably on my turf, so I don't, in fact, need to leave the house) but I do on occasion venture out to hang out with them. I'm also recently engaged and I have to say the wedding planning is certainly putting a damper on my rotting schedule. Showing up at a 5-star hotel in London in sweatpants is not a good look. Trust me, I've tried it. I love my fiance and I love my friends, I also just love to rot. Don't think of rotting as decaying, think of it as calmly relaxing, being able to spend a day in whatever manner you please. That dream for me involves TV, alcohol and lots of food. Anyway, I didn't really want to start a blog but I figured since I am spending so much time glued to the couch anyway, might as well pretend I'm doing something worthwhile and blogs tend to be viewed as worthy projects these days. Something about encouraging self-expression. So these ramblings are basically another excuse for me to continue to sit on my ass and feel semi validated for it. Maybe I'll be able to analyse where I went wrong and will manage to become an uber-productive person while I'm at it. Hold on a sec -- need to run off to download the latest Gossip Girl...