the quiet musings of a curious soul.






procrastination.

Procrastination: to put off doing things, leave things undone as long as possible.

Procrastination is a habit that I am ashamedly quite familiar with. The idea is appealing though; for one to put down their rather boring chore or task and instead partake in an activity of a much higher interest. This activity shall be exercised until time has simply whittled away, and the chore-whatever it may be-is due to be completed. The rapid endeavours to correct the situation and complete the task at this point are often in vain; for the teacher, parent, or whoever else the recipient may be are unlikely to accept a rushed and unfinished task. It would be better for the situation to simply confess that the distraction of a television program or new novel was too much to bear and humbly apologise. But no, we foolish humans simply must try to salvage the situation ourselves, although in doing this we are far more likely to ruin it. I fear that this lesson I have somewhat failed to learn and the saying “practise what you preach” is not in action in this particular case. Being somewhat of a hypocrite, even now I am going against what I have stated in the above lines: at this very moment I should be off completing a task (several in fact) which I have tried to convince myself are of more importance than this, informing the world that I am in fact a hypocritical being who knows not of what she speaks. But no, I simply must sit on my bed clicking away on my typewriter, informing others of things in which I truly have no specific knowledge. And as the impending due date of the above mentioned tasks approaches, I remain oblivious to the doom that is awaiting me. And when this doom reaches me (or rather, I reach it) there is one thought that will repeatedly pound through my head like the heartbeat of one who is fearing the inevitable: “Oh foolish me.”

While procrastination may be enjoyable in the first stages of action, the result is not worth the trouble. So if you are reading these jumbled thoughts when you should be writing an essay, finishing a painting, or buying a birthday present, go, for I would rather you hear no more of my foolish actions than fall to a fate which I so often fall to myself.

b.

{25.01.11}

Posted: 2 years ago Notes: 3
Tagged: prose
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