That’s probably not a real word, but it really does exemplify who I am. I can’t make commitments. Everything you’ve read in this blog: all the promises, pacts, lists, swears; all of them were never kept. I see my pattern: every once in awhile I am inspired, whether it is by another or through self-reflection, to do something. I promises myself that I will follow through with said effort. A few days later I lose steam and I break my promise. In disappointment, I write about it here on my blog and swear myself to keep the promise. A few days later I break the pact again. Shit man, this is like blah blah blah Bush Administration.
The thing about tackling this stupid phobia is that I gotta commit myself to something wholly in order to exonerate myself.
