Why is it that the worst tasks: the ones I want to do the least are things that take like 17min tops to complete— but I think about how I haven’t done them — oh no no just can’t bear to do them for 30min a day for two weeks?
For me, at least, a task is odious if it may cause me to find out bad news that produces more tasks, if it involves forms, if it involves talking to people on the phone, especially someone I don’t know (what if they are mean to me? 😫)
It could be worse... cicadas could be as loud as my cat and they could all sing a song of suffering and injustice all day long:
"RAaaaAAHngh"
"Mrawahnagh"
"Angoororghragh"
"NraaAahrahah"
"Scientists predict that the 17-year brood of periodical cats will emerge from laundry baskets this year and climb to sunny perches on windowsills, chair backs, and cat trees, where they will begin to sing their raucous mating song."
Fact of the Day: A single mature Camponotus pennsylvanicus colony could have more individual members than there were early modern humans in Europe just before the last glacial maximum.
There was a fern, on an island, deep in the Tethys Sea. The fern lived only on that one small island... and the whole landmass now, every scrap of evidence is beneath the Himalayas, cooking into unrecognizable granite.
I have a corner of my house that seems to have standing waves from the highway half a block away. If I have no sounds in the house (fridge downcycled, no fans or aircon on, no music) I can't normally hear it, but if I put my head near the floor in one particular corner there's a pulsing sound.
On your way to the grocery store you encounter a crableg the length of a city block. It's fresh, so naturally you call everyone over to help so the bounty won't go to waste.
You form a bucket brigade for crab puree.
Only it's not crab. And you aren't a person who was going to the grocery store... unless the "grocery store" is a mysterious hard flower that blooms all year and is always filled with nectar...
If a prophesy says that an object should be burned before a certain time to prevent evil... but instead that object is eaten by a horde of birds... is that a partial fulfillment of the prophesy?