I could procrastinate any time, anywhere, any day. Life however, has different plans. It makes me run around in circles, struggling through mazes, and fighting with hungry alligators at each step. Yes, I watch a lot of Animal Planet these days which is why I used jungle references of a tough life. You can relate to it be adding in problems of your own. I'll leave it as a fill-in-the-blanks exercises for you.
Procrastination is in my nature. It's as much an inherited nature like eye rolling is. Liz Lemon did not teach me how to roll my eyes, as some people would like to believe. I was rolling my eyes at my dad's bad jokes in the womb, probably. Because a lot of what I say is on an intellectually different level to what some near and dear ones are at, I have had to resort to an unbelievable number of eye rolls to convey my reactions.
However, back to procrastination. Why do I want to talk about it? Because I've not completed a book in the past few months. If an aggressively voracious reader like me can't finish a book, that should mean trouble, right? Or am I becoming dumb? Or just plain lazy? Or is it the lack of time....?
Work has definitely had an influence on my life. I never used to drool in cars earlier because I love journeys a lot. However, some days, after a late night, the landscape on the way to Gurgaon is littered with too much waste, overturned vehicles, dead animals, or perv cab drivers who'd rather stare in cars with women than concentrate on the road. God, I hope I don't snore while I do a "quickie" in the cab. I don't mind being a pain in the ass but I do NOT want to be a nuisance. My cab mate's sweet that way. The driver on the other hand, he snores and breathes heavily (apart from puking) while driving with us in the back seat. Yeah, he's a gem!
The point that I'm trying to make is, I can't write a single thing and see to its completion either. And the reason I can't stay on topic is for the same reason. I procrastinate. But am I complaining? Hell, no! I don't belive I'm missing out on anything. I am doing more than I've done before. One good thing is that I'm back to studies and devouring class notes like a hungry lion, at least. And I do love dozing off in class too. When I wake up suddenly and see the mess that my subconscious mind made on the page while taking notes during a "quickie" is hilarious. It really is. I'll probably Instagram a pic someday.
Procrastination is good sometimes. I don't want to be so tightly wound up that I become a "missy on a hissy". I like being laidback and watch time pass by. I wonder what it's like to be a nomad sometimes. To throw ambitions and goals to the wind and live life each day without fear. Each day would hold different adventures. Each moment would be an adventure.
But dreams be dreams, don't they? Till I see them come true I would like to continue to procrastinate, tilt my head to the side, and start day dreaming. John Dorian style. That's what I'm talkin' about!
Procrastination is in my nature. It's as much an inherited nature like eye rolling is. Liz Lemon did not teach me how to roll my eyes, as some people would like to believe. I was rolling my eyes at my dad's bad jokes in the womb, probably. Because a lot of what I say is on an intellectually different level to what some near and dear ones are at, I have had to resort to an unbelievable number of eye rolls to convey my reactions.
However, back to procrastination. Why do I want to talk about it? Because I've not completed a book in the past few months. If an aggressively voracious reader like me can't finish a book, that should mean trouble, right? Or am I becoming dumb? Or just plain lazy? Or is it the lack of time....?
Work has definitely had an influence on my life. I never used to drool in cars earlier because I love journeys a lot. However, some days, after a late night, the landscape on the way to Gurgaon is littered with too much waste, overturned vehicles, dead animals, or perv cab drivers who'd rather stare in cars with women than concentrate on the road. God, I hope I don't snore while I do a "quickie" in the cab. I don't mind being a pain in the ass but I do NOT want to be a nuisance. My cab mate's sweet that way. The driver on the other hand, he snores and breathes heavily (apart from puking) while driving with us in the back seat. Yeah, he's a gem!
The point that I'm trying to make is, I can't write a single thing and see to its completion either. And the reason I can't stay on topic is for the same reason. I procrastinate. But am I complaining? Hell, no! I don't belive I'm missing out on anything. I am doing more than I've done before. One good thing is that I'm back to studies and devouring class notes like a hungry lion, at least. And I do love dozing off in class too. When I wake up suddenly and see the mess that my subconscious mind made on the page while taking notes during a "quickie" is hilarious. It really is. I'll probably Instagram a pic someday.
Procrastination is good sometimes. I don't want to be so tightly wound up that I become a "missy on a hissy". I like being laidback and watch time pass by. I wonder what it's like to be a nomad sometimes. To throw ambitions and goals to the wind and live life each day without fear. Each day would hold different adventures. Each moment would be an adventure.
But dreams be dreams, don't they? Till I see them come true I would like to continue to procrastinate, tilt my head to the side, and start day dreaming. John Dorian style. That's what I'm talkin' about!
