I have this problem during finals when I make these lists of things to do and totally unrealistic schedules to go along with them.
My mind cannot accept the limits of its powers. It is impossible to study corps and tax at the same time. I can’t even study fiduciary duty and piercing the corporate veil at the same time. But somehow when I get stressed out I pretend that I can.
I have an example of this sickness I want to share. I was playing tennis on Wednesday. I needed to get two points (in tennis I guess there’s a better way to say this but whatever) to win the game. So I thought to myself as I was waiting for the serve: “I am going to return this serve and get the point. I can do this. I am doing this right now. I own this.”
And then my finals insanity brain kicked in. I thought: “No. You know you need two points to win. Score two points on this serve.”
Where did this thought come from? Is there a cure?
There is no cure, only Zuul.
(apparently my finals brain just forces 1980 film quotes into my conversation)