This Is Not Written By AI, II.

Cogito Ergo Scribo
5 min readAug 19, 2024

I don’t want to.

I don’t want to do it.

I feel resistance. I feel lazy. I feel like doing anything else other than it. Like anything. I’m thinking about going out and cutting the grass, instead of doing it. I already vacuumed the floor in the office, and watered the plants, and played with the pooch, all to avoid doing it.

I started reading, hoping that reading would inspire me to do it, that some little word or phrase and aphorism or suggestion would spur some sort of inspiration to do it.

The whole thing is curious to me, because, I like doing it, when it’s done. It’s like going to the gym. Never, ever, do I want to go to the gym, because going to the gym is hard work, and I know that it is going to hurt some, and so I find all kinds of reasons to avoid going to the gym, to put it off until a later hour or another day, but after I go to the gym, and as I am exiting, I am ALWAYS thankful that I went to the gym, because, in the end, I like going to the gym.

That’s irony.

Even now, this moment, the internet is calling me. There is some new news to peruse, undoubtedly, some new videos on YouTube, some new blog posts to read.

But, I have to stay focused.

I have to keep going.

Because I am doing it, against all these odds, against all these potential distractions, I am doing it, and I know when I am done doing it, I will feel good. I will feel a sense of…

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