Stupid brain

[bunn]

Yet again I have spent much of the day staring blankly at a small piece of work, totally unable to move forward. As usual at about 9:30pm my brain decided to engage gear for the first time, and then we charged forward with terrifying speed, achieving things left right and centre.

I wish I could persuade it not to behave in this way. It must be so nice to be able to sit down in the morning, do 4 hours work on all the things that absolutely must be done, and feel the afternoon is one's oyster. So to speak.

Sometimes I feel like a tiny, angry, ineffectual mahout, perched on top of the elephant of my brain. Sometimes the elephant moves forward. Sometimes it moves sideways. Very often it fancies a snack, and all too often it decides to just stand there and hum to itself. Most of the time I seem to have no control over it at all.

Beating, yelling, reason and bribery have no effect on it. Only the threat of a deadline (or of no sleep at all that night)will get it moving at a decent speed.

It *can* work in the morning: the threat of arriving at a meeting at 2pm totally unprepared will always get its pondorous feet moving. So why does it stand there refusing to move, when by working in the morning it knows it would get the evening off? Stoopid elephant.

Now the bloody thing is full of beans, and is making me post about elephants when I would much rather go to sleep.

Comments

[pellegrina.livejournal.com]

My brain is much like that, with the added bonus that the threat of a particularly stressful deadline intermittently makes it fold back its ears, stamp its feet and trumpet "WON'T!"

[chainmailmaiden]

I think you just described my brain too. I'm terrible at procrastinating and deadlines are the only things that get it working on what it should be. Too often I leave things right to the last minute only to find that the system I need to use has gone down, this makes it rather difficult to explain why things are late, when you've had 2 weeks to do them in.

I also function far better in the evening and late at night, I'm far more alert and able to think things through. Mornings really feel best spent in bed, whatever my Mother says about me missing 'the best of the day'.

If you ever do find out how to make the elephant move in the right direction at the right time, please let me know!

the best of the day

[sigisgrim.livejournal.com]

People who say things like that always seem to fail to comprehend that the best of anything is usually subjective.

Re: the best of the day

[chainmailmaiden]

Exactly.