I love the summer, please don't misunderstand.  But its that feeling that gets to me, the feeling that I don't need to do anything.  In fairness to the feeling, I agree that often it is justified - often there is nothing to do during the summer.  But if you give into the feeling for long enough then "stuff" begins to pile up.  Unfortunatley, during holidays there is so little to do that you often get used to the feeling.  Then, suddenly and without warning, the "stuff" has grown to the point where it is impossible to put off any longer.  "Now!" you cry in desperation as the realization of your laziness dawns, "It must be done now!"  But there is a problem.  Yes, you guessed it, it is the feeling.

Its not easy to fight the feeling once it has overcome you. At first you make weak, half-hearted attempts to fight back, to show the feeling that you are the one running your life.  But the harder you fight, the quicker you learn how naive you have become.  "Who do you think you are?!" thunders the feeling.  "I control you now, and I dictate that you do nothing unless I command it!"  Flustered and slightly unsure of yourself, you respond that such a command certainly sounds reasonable.  Why argue with someone - or is it something? - that is stronger than you?  So you give in and wait for a command from the feeling.  But, of course, the feeling never commands that you do anything, and the "stuff" looms more ominous.  You try to muster the will to do something - anything - but the feeling forbids it. 

It is around this time you realize that the feeling has so fully permeated your life that you are now forgetting to do essential daily chores.  At first, the feeling only strikes at small, unnoticable tasks.  You don't want to hang up your suit, or you are tired of folding your clothes neatly before stuffing them into the drawer.  They can wait, you tell yourself, until after you watch the news or check facebook.  And so the pile grows, slowly, steadily, until one day you find yourself moving your clothes onto your bed during the day and onto the floor during the night.  (Editor's note: The author of this article wishes to inform you that the feeling has never overcome him to this point... really.)    But, of course, you don't realize what you are doing because the feeling has completely dullened your ability to recognize disorder. 

At this point, everyone reacts differently to the feeling depending on how resistant their soul is to being overpowered.  Some people don't realize that the feeling controls them, and they pine away slowly, blissfully unaware that they are but a naive marionette controlled by a diabolical puppeteer.  Others, however, fight back against the feeling, desparately desiring to regain control of their derailed lives.  Unfortunately, I can tell you from personal experience that for those poor souls in the latter category, results often vary.  Although it shames me to tell you this, I once was an embarassed victim of the feeling.  Day and night it controlled me, ruled over me, and demanded that I do nothing.  I could only stand it so long before I decided to overthrow the feeling and reclaim my misdirected life.

Given the above facts, you may be surprised to learn that today I am proud to tell you that my majestic effort to overthrow the feeling failed.  I will repeat, I failed and I am proud of failing.  Please understand that it is not that I didn't try; in fact I tried with great vigor.  Yet every night of my coup attempt my soul rebeled against the industriousness I had exhibited during the day.  "What are you doing?" one half of myself demanded of the other half.  "Are you not aware that it is impossible to avenge normalcy once the feeling has rooted out your last vestiges of sanity?  Are you not aware that the life you always wanted begins with the feeling?  Are you not aware that living a life of the feeling is living a life of freedom?" 

How could I respond but to agree?  How could I respond to but to throw myself into the welcoming embrace of the feeling?  How could I respond but to throw away sanity, accept mediocrity, and live my life devoid of influence from outside pressures and judgments?  And so it was that I gladly accepted the feeling, accepted freedom.

Perhaps the only downside to living a life with the feeling is that its hard for me to reason clearly.  But I'm reasonable enough to know that going back to school this Fall is not going to feel very good.