Pressure

Over the past few months, I’ve discovered that I’m more productive at a coffee shop than in my own room.  Strangely, I attribute this to self-consciousness.  In general, as I mature, I want to rid myself of self-consciousness and be able to do whatever the fuck I want regardless of any judgment.  But at a coffee shop, there are loads of patrons and noses buried in textbooks.  I feel like I should be doing something productive because it seems like everyone else is.  In my room, I’m free to lounge around on Facebook or  dance to music or take a series of short naps.  In a way, I’m using what I feel to be one of my weaknesses to my advantage.

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