I have a lot of free time.

Like, maybe even more than I need.

This can be a problem, because when I have too much time to think about things, my inner monologue can, occasionally, turn critical.

But mostly, I know I am lucky to have any free time, because there are kids in third world countries that don’t even HAVE free time–they only have “worry about starving to death and violence and genocide and tigers” time.

So I make myself snap out of feeling blue and get back to enjoying life, but then…

UPDATE

This post was originally  titled: here’s how my life works (OR why I shouldn’t be allow to post impulsively), but I decided to dump the “why I shouldn’t be allow to post impulsively” for a couple of reasons.

1. It had a glaring typo in it (What the fuck, self?) and should have read “why I shouldn’t be allowed to post impulsively.”

2. The title was confusing.

Here’s what happened:

The Long Version: This post was my gut reaction to having too much to do today. I threw it together in an hour and made every drawing hurriedly with an angry scowl on my face. Usually I work on posts for hours, even days, because I have, historically, been disappointed in myself for posting something quickly, an hour after it falls into my mind, and even though the thought that I would fully regret publishing something I had only work on for a fraction of the time I should have was present in my mind, I did it anyway. The title was my convoluted way of letting you know that I had made the post in haste, so we could all laugh at me for being sulky.

The Shorter Version: I had a hissy fit and drew pictures in a bad mood. The title was a joke, but really only an inside joke I was sharing with myself. I will be more thoughtful in the future, unless I’m in a bad mood, in which case, I am probably doomed to repeat my mistakes. Even though there will be documented proof that that is a terrible idea. Gah!

The Shortest Version: I’m an idiot.

The Finnish Version: Olen idiootti!

What am I doing here besides making it worse?