A New Enemy

I woke up this morning fifteen minutes before my alarm. It was set to go off at 8.45, that way i had time to wash my hair, get ready and still have time to tidy up after the three teenage girls i had strewn in merciless positions across my conservatory sofa.

If i woke up a whole quarter of an hour earlier than i needed to, why on school mornings do i crave that extra ten minutes in bed?
Why in the winter months do i crave the summer holidays, if as soon as it gets hot i start getting ridiculously excited for Christmas?
Why do i continually allow myself to become distracted, then stress about being late and not organised enough?

I decided something.
I have decided that there is truth in the phrase 'You are your own worst enemy.'
I figured that everything that i am as a person, is completely unique to me.
If i met someone who had the same personality and habbits as me, i would absolutely despise them.
Dont worry, i'm not starting with the i hate my life act. Because i dont. And i'm not going to tell you that i hate myself, because i most certainly do not. I'm simply saying that due to the fact you are constantly in contact with yourself and your somewhat irreplaceable ways, you grow to dislike the way you do things.
That isnt a bad thing, yet, i dont think it is good either.
Its a fact of life.
We annoy ourselves because each characteristic we own is personal and distinctive, causing others to either like it or dislike it. If you live with something for too long you become bored. Therefore as human beings, one of the only species in existance that physically and mentally requires change as an essential part of development, we generally start to become our own worst enemies, purely because we are stuck with ourselves, something we cannot escape or change.