It used to be a weekly thing, it was even sociable in a way, a chance to chat. And as with many habits it first fell apart during lockdown. It simply wasn't possible to keep it up, then only some weeks, and now I just don't bother at all. That's mainly because I found a workaround in April 2021 which enabled me to get everything for nothing - goodness knows why they allow it but I'm pleased they do - and now once or twice a year is the maximum I allow. I still feel a touch of guilt walking past but these days I make do.
I really ought to get it sorted, indeed that's what'd be expected. But so long as it stays like that it's not doing anybody any harm and I can't be bothered to launch the communication that would trigger a solution. It's not even my problem to solve, officially, but quite frankly I don't need the hassle of delegation. Technically I can imagine how it could be worse, potentially catastrophically so, but I've learned to live with that improbability because it almost certainly isn't going to happen, and so I make do.
I always knew it was coming. It crept up slowly but inexorably and was pretty much at the point of necessary action when lockdown happened and necessary action became impossible. So I made do. And then when restrictions loosened I never did what I would have done beforehand, I never sought an opinion, I carried on making do. What helped was finding a previous solution, I think from the 1990s, and that unexpectedly dealt with all the indoor stuff. Elsewhere I think you'd notice some borderline struggle but because it's only occasional I make do.
I knew it was a problem so I got someone round to fix it. They did but I don't think the underlying cause was what they thought it was and so the issue came straight back. I checked the smallprint but they'd absolved themselves of responsibility and I didn't fancy forking out all over again so I made do. It always gets better eventually, I reasoned, so I can get round all the impracticalities (including the ridiculous one) and thus far I have. Alas I suspect it's getting incrementally worse and may soon hit some irreversible threshold, but until then I make do.
It happens every time. Things start out sleek and simple but over time they get worse and more awkward until they're as bad as they were before the last change. I waste so much time now for reasons I've never quite been able to diagnose, and all because I live in fear of having to make the change that would make things better. One day that decision might be taken from me and that would be a bad day, but for now I much prefer familiarity over inconvenience so the urge to cross the hassle threshold isn't there and so I make do.
Essentially it's a value thing. A range of everyday options presents itself and whereas I might once have gone for the nicer choice these days I sigh and move on. Sometimes that means taking the less nice choice but often there is no choice, the alternative just isn't there, and so the everyday falls off my list forever. I can no longer justify what was once commonplace, even though technically it's totally not an issue, and so my horizons constrict a little more with every passing month because I prefer to make do.
It wasn't deliberate, I just started making do. Again lockdown had a lot do with it but not entirely, it's more something I was always going to drift into anyway. Making do, it turns out, is quite easy when you have an archive to repurpose and nobody to advise you otherwise. I'm not proud of some of the outcomes, they do rather emphasise how I'm merely making do, but I do have alternatives for when it really matters. Ultimately I will have to take the plunge but I suspect I said that a year ago and as yet I'm still making do.
I'm very much not making do. I was for a while but then I judged that making do was potentially the worst thing I could possibly do because I am sometimes capable of taking action. I wasn't impressed by the initial outcome of that action, it felt like a holding position or perhaps clutching at straws, and I genuinely don't think it's made a blind bit of difference except to make making do a bit easier. But I will take action again, as requested, and this time I hope they're not just making do.
I'd never really gone the whole hog before. I'd thought about it but only when lockdown came along did it seem a realistic possibility, the possibility of feedback having dwindled to zero. It didn't work in the classical sense but I still went ahead on several subsequent occasions to the extent that I now barely consider the importance of something I once considered sacrosanct. I'm lucky really, you might not personally have the option, but the end result always screams out that I'm merely making do.
It would be really easy to fix. Not as easy as it would have been a few years back but easy enough were I determined, which I never seem to be. That's fundamentally ridiculous because it's entirely shut off an entire avenue of stimulation, something that's been part of my life seemingly forever, but sufficient alternatives now exist that this absence isn't as painful as it might have been. We only live once and so it seems preposterous to limit an enjoyable experience purely though apathy, but that's very much the end result of making do.
I guess I just got tired of the hassle. A year or two of daily benefits invariably led to the need for replacement, and although that was always doable it was never entirely straightforward (and nigh impossible to arrange delivery). And so I found a less bright solution which obviously, inevitably led to an essentially identical conclusion. My most recent brainwave reappropriated the seasonal to the everyday, and although it's plainly less good (and sometimes involves fumbling) I prefer to stick with the net zero cost of making do.
I basically brought it upon myself. It used to make sense to operate up to certain limits but I was never previously so reticent to go the extra mile - this for all the usual reasons. Now this life choice shapes my experience, especially when you consider how I roll, and I only make an exception if trying to explain it to someone else would be too embarrassing. That said I like to consider all the positives, indeed a wider reach might well make several obsessions worse, and I enjoy the challenge of making do.
I could do more. These problems don't just solve themselves, they mount up incrementally until all our bad choices lead to an irreversibly bad outcome. It's not always clear what the best mitigation is, nor is it generally the easier option, but inaction usually only ever makes things worse. That said a lot of problems aren't problems yet so it's easy to ignore them, especially if they're not getting in your way or there's a workaround because that's the effort-free choice, and it's so easy to end up making do.
