The main reason I was reluctant to write a blog is that I literally have nothing to say to the world. I barely have enough wisdom/insight/deep thoughts to put into a 140 character tweet, let alone a blog. But I liked the idea of having a blog, because having a blog would make me cool, so I got to thinking...
I thought to myself, 'what am I good at?'
I thought this whilst avoiding the essay I was supposed to be doing by surfing Facebook, Twitter, and Youtube, all at the same time. Not to mention honing my (already perfect) singing voice by listening to such divas as Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston, and P!nk (because you've gotta stay down with the kids).
Then, I realised 2 things:
1) I need to sort out my life (and my music taste).
2) PROCRASTINATION - THAT'S WHAT I'M GOOD AT! (I initially misspelled good as God, and can't quite decide which one is more appropriate).
Because I will literally do anything to avoid doing the things I need to do. (Maybe a slight misuse of the word literally; I draw the line at some things. Unless there's money involved. Or food). I am to procrastination what Adele is to the break-up song.
It starts with the usual stuff, like Facebook and Twitter, but I can become the most productive person in the world when I have work due in, or applications to fill out. I will do my clothes washing, tidy my room...I'll even brave cleaning the toilet. Anything to avoid doing the thing I actually need to do. I'm even doing it whilst writing this blog; I'm procrastinating to avoid doing the thing I was doing as the result of procrastination in the first place! (There's a sentence you probably haven't seen before). My university even offers 'Procrastination Workshops', which I planned to attend, but, of course, I put it off...
Now I know that it's pointless, I know that I will have to do these things in the end, and I'm just making life harder from myself. And, every time I end up pulling an all-nighter to do an essay that's due in the next day, and then feel like the living dead, I tell myself - 'never again'.
But, like a married man with an addiction to brothels, it always does happen again. This has led me to believe that there can only be one conclusion:
I WAS BORN THIS WAY.
I have about as much control over my ability to procrastinate (or rather, to NOT procrastinate!) as I do over my sexuality, my fabulous music taste, or freakishly fast beard growth.
Years of experience have taught me that, no matter what my intentions, I will never change my filthy procrastinating ways - so why fight it? Embrace the procrastinator within.
In fact, I even find that the pressure of leaving work until the last minute, or 'THE FEAR', if you prefer, actually leads to better results anyway.
(I've never actually tried doing work NOT at the last minute, so this may not be the most valid statement in the world; try at your own risk).
So I guess the moral of the
Write a blog :)
