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The Great Weekend Productivity Illusion

Hhhhmmm, I'm not that lazy, I implement a lot of what I set out to do, but unfortunately not everything or only much later and then the guilty conscience gnaws at me, but unfortunately it doesn't make it any better. I intend to be more consistent, but somehow it doesn't seem to materialize...... :blush:
 
hornyguyaustria said:
Hhhhmmm, I'm not that lazy, I implement a lot of what I set out to do, but unfortunately not everything or only much later and then the guilty conscience gnaws at me, but unfortunately it doesn't make it any better. I intend to be more consistent, but somehow it doesn't seem to materialize...... :blush:
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Happens with the best too !
 
Solara said:
It was Friday evening, and Alex, a 32-year-old self-proclaimed "responsible adult," sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, sipping on what he proudly called his “end-of-the-week” tea. He had a plan—oh, such a plan—for the weekend.

"I’ll wake up early, hit the gym, deep clean the apartment, finally organize that closet, meal prep for the week, and maybe even start that book I bought six months ago," he thought smugly.

Fast forward to Saturday morning.

The alarm went off at 7:00 AM. Alex groaned, hit snooze, and convinced himself that rest is productive too. By the time he actually got up, it was 10:45 AM. No gym. But no worries, the day was still young.

Step one: coffee.

Step two: sit on the couch for just a minute and scroll a bit.

That *minute* turned into two hours. He somehow ended up watching a YouTube documentary on penguins (Why? No idea.). At noon, he remembered he had big plans. He stood up dramatically, stretched, and said, “Alright! Time to be productive!”

Step three: open the closet to organize it. Immediately regret it. Close the closet. Not today. Nope.

By 3:00 PM, he had done nothing significant except order takeout because, obviously, cooking would just take too much time. By 5:00 PM, the guilt set in. He looked at his to-do list, sighed, and convinced himself that Sunday would be the *real* productivity day.

Sunday?

Rinse and repeat.

By Sunday night, as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he promised himself: Next weekend, for sure.

Spoiler: He made the same promise the next weekend… and the one after that.



PS : Inspired from a conversation with my bestie... Trust me .. he's a laaazy ass.

Are you too???

Oh. Yeah. His name is not Alex though.
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Too relatable, Every weekend starts with big plans and ends with 'next weekend for sure :rock:
 
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