Pushing the Limits

You fit so nicely around your wonderful fleshy holder.  Perfectly placed and literally within arm's reach.  You're visible and easy to read with just a simple glance.  I find it both strange and ironic to admit that with all of your wonderful features, visibility, and uses for ordering my daily affairs that I simply don't take the time to interact with you on a more regular basis.  I simply don't consider you important enough to pay attention to.  Don't get me wrong however, I want to have a viable and thriving relationship with you.  One where I don't have to enter a room with excuse in hand, one where I don't have to write papers while watching the amazing feats of Ron Popeil's Magic Pasta Maker.  

I want to put you first, let you direct my day, but for some reason, I think I am better of just doing this life on my own.  It's like an addiction.  I know better, but I can't seem to break the habit.  I know those sweet little hands innocently wrapping around every minute of every single day are just waiting to draw me closer to efficiency and punctuality, but again and again I turn away only to have you staring back into my eyes the very next morning.  

Here is the question though, is it really a bad thing.  I mean do we really have to be together every moment of everyday.  I keep asking myself what is more important?  Is it how I get there and who I bring with me, or is it that fact that I get there?  Seriously, if I'm good enough my mom will never know that I bought her Mother's Day card at Kung Woo's Kwik-E-Mart on the way to her house, right?  If she thinks that I thought ahead isn't that all that matters?  Time, you make this life so frustrating.