I would feel sick at those nerve damaging TV shows starting with an instant pop out of bed and then onto brunch, the furnished and exactly measured rubbish manufactured to hide that it is, but it is not. I get it as a narrative of a deeply productive person, but what the character is usually up to is in the office, not sure what they are doing and they tend to have a very open schedule. They hang out all day, everything timed to a tee, but most egregious are the books built on being a product of time and space, no time to lament and think, but to go on. You know, endless bombardment of reading is wasteful to some who can learn to go out or get some skills. It is not sunshine and rainbows. People have lives, not manufactured dates and expiry.
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Sometimes the days are long and sometimes a bit short. Every day presents everything different as if you are in a game. There is no strategy to waking up early. Sometimes you do. There is a reward to having consistent meals and sleep, no one argues with that. But when does the character find the time to clean up the bed or the house? That does not come up everywhere, so it has an element of fakeness to it that makes me sick.
The more I think about this, efficiency or managing life is not the thing that rubs me the wrong way. It is the showing or cataloging of it. I used to be that way, but people do not care. It is you who does and the lie is not obvious as the euphoria you get from being the one in control is far superior. At some point you get obsessed with it like I was with fitness. And someday you realize that it is in fact a guardrail to hide beneath the surface your soul, for that obsession that masks the truth. You will never be able to work on that. So when I see someone on the posts or parading his routine, he may think he is so productive, but I think what is missing.
24 May 2026, Freewriters Community Daily Writing Prompt Day 3113: so productive
