I have a photography project that isn't even halfway through. One of the major perks of the job: I get zero time for anything not work-related.
I have to say, it's totally awesome. NOT.
The creative juices aren't flowing anymore. The pressures of work have robbed me of what's left of it. There's simply no room for hobbies or passions now. The unfinished project desperately calls out to me, begging to be completed, promising to be my personal magnum opus--but I am forced to ignore the cries. I'd sit in a chair for five minutes, and someone calls me a slacker already. So how is one supposed to finish something that'll take hours and hours of sitting in front of a computer screen every day?
There is simply no way I can continue this, like, ever. Leaving it in the folder would just piss me off, so I decided to pull the plug on it. Delete the project. Delete the original files. I even uninstalled the Photoshop software. No one uses it anyway. I'd have tossed the camera in the trash too if I hadn't considered the fact that it's worth about twelve grand--accessories and all. My last name isn't Gates or Trump or freaking Vanderbilt. Getting a new one is out of the question. I can only imagine smashing that thing to pieces in my head.
Now, if only I could smash it on another person's skull. That would be awesome indeed.
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