Procrastination is a word we tend to throw around quite a lot, and I know what you're thinking: it's one of those processes that's about as exciting to discuss as it is to actually procrastinate actively. Still, with winter starting to set in and assignment deadlines rearing their ugly heads through my open door, peering in at this messy room that desperately needs a clean in light of inspections this next week, it's all nagging at me today.
Seriously, I've got stories and articles to read (some of which are on Newgrounds!), essays to write (or, erm, plan) floors to hoover, a sink to clean and all that jazz. I've only been doing this quasi-independent living thing for about two months, so strangely enough, I don't particularly dislike doing all of these things yet. Hell, I love reading around my studies and getting work done, or at least I assure myself of that in the more frustrating cases (ugh, semiotics). It's just that I have no particular motivation to do so, thinking "oh, my washing's drying off, I need to collect it in half an hour, might as well not bother getting started yet". The more sensible side of my brain yells, "WHAT A SHITTY EXCUSE YOU LAZY BASTARD."
So yeah, if I feel like getting sensitive with a bit of imagery, and I do, I remember a week or two ago, the tree outside my window had a good deal of healthily coloured leaves decorating it. Now it's moving on. Time goes soooo fast, alalalalala.
So how often do you find yourself doing this, and how does it make you feel? I think procrastination is something that some people have a real flair for; it need no neccessarily be a grinding process that reminds you how silly you're being, especially if the alternatives are extremely comforting or extremely discomforting. If you're just putting things off today, what are you putting off, and why do you think you're doing that?
Honestly, I'm interested, but if you can guess another purpose of this thread, you get nothing. I think it's obvious on that front :)
