You know what really sucks about foreshortened future? You’re never prepared for shit and you’re always running around trying to do things at the last minute.
For the last eight years, I’ve been 100% sure for most of the year that I would somehow die before Christmas came, so to me, it wasn’t real. It didn’t exist. So I didn’t decorate, didn’t buy any gifts (or if I did buy them, I didn’t wrap them), didn’t decorate my tree, didn’t watch any cheesy holiday movies. Absolutely nothing. And it was extra weird because at work, I was surrounded by customers who were buying decorations and gifts starting at the end of October, talking excitedly to me about their holiday plans. And I was excited for them, I was happy for them, because I knew they would live to see Christmas. It was real for them, but not for me.
And then it got to be like, December 22nd, and it suddenly hit me that I’m probably not going to die just yet and I should maybe, you know, get a couple of gifts and throw some lights up here and there so that my family could at least have some semblance of a nice cozy Christmas. So there I am doing all my shopping and decorating on Christmas Eve even though my thoughts have already turned to “well, I’m going to die before next Christmas, so I shouldn’t bother buying new lights or wrapping paper.”
Same shit with every other holiday I celebrate, with going on trips, going to cons, even with preparing for seasonal changes like buying sweaters when they’re on sale in summer because I’m going to die before winter so what’s the point? And even after this happens eight, nine, ten times, it doesn’t change. Even though I survived the last eight Christmases, I’m not going to make it to this one, so why bother?
It’s bullshit and I’m never prepared for anything because my brain can’t comprehend the concept of anything actually being real for me if it’s more than two weeks away from happening. Combine that with executive dysfunction and even the opposite action “just do it even if it doesn’t feel real!” approach does fuckall.