A History of Non-Commitment

During training on Sunday night, they said something that stuck with me for a few days now.

If you chose to not take the path of least resistance, I guarantee that you will be successful in life.

For a long time now, my life has been about running away. About not taking responsibility in case something bad happens. About being happy-go-lucky where anything works.

In instances where one is forced to take charge, I resort to self-sabotage. Right before finals, I would always get sick. The night before a job interview, I would stay up late. Procrastination has always been a close friend. There is always an excuse ready in case an event turned out bad. In which case, it would not have been a character flaw but rather an influence of the environment.

Commitment is another tough one to tackle. This, in part, explains the need to take off every so often. Not entirely, but some. Personality tests have shown that I am one who love new beginnings. Having said that, there are a gazillion half done projects laying about in my place of residence. Where ever that may be. The excitement of something new is so addictive that one may easily find that life went by with a lot of new somethings but very few ones that go beyond scratching the surface.