list-sick

I have a list. I have a very long list. Its tasks grow at a rate far more rapidly than those that are taken off.

I wish I didn't have a list. I wish I didn't even have a very short list.

It is I who created the list, and I am lost without it. Why would I create such a monstrous string of obligations?

Wouldn't life be more exciting without a list? It may be a little more chaotic, and more mistakes will certainly be had, but we would be able to focus our greedily-minded self-absorptions on something more worth the time.

As I sit here and cross the mundane tasks off my list, just know, that YOU are more important.
Why didn't you make it onto my list? Because it should have been not my list, but ours. Our list.

Nothing I do is really worthwhile in my opinion because it has made me so self-consumed, and I am sick of it.

I am list-sick.