post-Max's gluttony: thoughts on sin, the stomach and the bottomless

Up in Mountain Province, legends tell of a man who ate too much and danced too hard as the origin of the lights in the night sky. Until now, people search the sky for this man named Matakaw, forever reminded of the dire consequence of gluttony: your body becoming so rounded that once you spin, you gain lossless momentum, until gravity itself loses its grip on you, leaving you to do the dizzying twist through the heavens, your crown and beads thrown off your body to shine for eternity as the moon and stars, respectively.

Gluttony, after all, is a sin. One of the Maleficent Seven, even. Yet one that capitalism loves to take advantage of, using the illusions of satiation grandeur brought about by the buffet and the bottomless. Everyone is lost and googly-eyed at All, when everybody really needs to focus on Can. Sure, they can further distort things by calling it an Eat All You Want or a Drink All You Want, but no amount of desire can stretch a stomach, no amount of willpower can turn back the hands of a ticking clock. You are no Hiro.

But who's to blame? In the world where every movement can easily be broken down into costs, profits, statistics and other numerical whatnot, merely the chance of a glimpse into the infinite is an alluring illusion, whether or not our heads themselves end up spinning into space after eating or drinking more than what our minds and stomachs can usually hold.

a professional crastinator

So I promised myself that by one o' clock, after lunch, I'd either be checking papers or making new exams for the kids. Yet it's already past eight, and I've done nothing...

Of that sort, that is. Instead, I've done a hasty pictorial of the different Optimus Primes in my toy collection, emailed a few pics to a tita who wanted them, had several YM discussions with some friends on topics from saving face to high school life to card games, played a game of Starcraft, writing this down, and a load of other things that have no connection whatsoever with what I have to be doing. Strange, how efficient we sometimes are with the many little nothings in our lives, as opposed to the big things we should be focusing on. ADHD, I say again and again. This is probably why though the amount of creative content all around the world has increased exponentially (thanks in no small part to the Internet as well), creative masterpieces remain few and far in between.

It is so easy to dismiss this as nothing more than the most extreme form of procrastination, but with such theories such as those of Multiple Intelligences, postmodern fragmentation, oh-so-elitist-when-you-call-it-loss-of-mental-focus-yet-oh-so-bakya-and-so-layman-when-you-just-call-it-stupidity and other what have yous, things are simply not as simple as they used to be. Add another layer of complications when you try to explain why, as I have written above, some people can be so efficient on what they do not have to do, yet so uninspired with the other side of the fence of priorities.

I currently have neither the time nor the resources to look into such a deeply obscured area of psychology. Suffice it to say, I just want to ask: is there any reasonable explanation of this, whether psychological, socio-cultural or what have you?