Well, I'm still ill (oh, yes I am), so much so, that I had to leave early today. There's a certain something in my personality, that makes me feel guilty for doing so, something that tells me that I'm an impostor and that, if I really wanted to, I surely could have stayed until the end of the day. Nature or nurture? Is it perhaps a typical Danish thing to overdo the work ethics and feel that one must perform at all times, at optimum speed? Or is it typical for my family, that we only stay home from work if two feet from the death-bed? (Not that I'm two feet away as I'm writing this; more like 50 years and a heart-attack.) Or is it just me? Should I try to lighten up a bit? Or do I just worry too much?

I think I'll go to bed with a book. I'm planning on reading Jonathan Safran Foer's Everything Is Illuminated, so perhaps now is the time.
posted by charlotte at 15:58 - comment