My Psychology of Procrastination

My Psychology of Procrastination

  • My brain tries, with all of its might, to come up with every possible excuse to delay my body from moving.
  • The logical side of me fights; exhausting the remaining parts of my mentality that actually wanted to get up and do something.
  • Once the internal battle begins, the external war ends. Expelling all of that energy between mind and logic is just too much for my physical well-being; I’m so tired. Suddenly, the intensity of the job/project becomes too much for me to handle at the moment, and I feel as though I need a break. Some television should do the trick.
  • Once I’m sucked into the entertainment world, I realize how hard of a worker I really am. This time to relax is needed. After all, I pay the bills; I bring home the bacon; I take the laundry to my mother’s house (oops…I mean the Laundromat?)  I bust my butt all day, so now the universe owes me at least one more hour of free time to watch Dexter.
  • Now that it’s 3 am, I realize that I just watched an entire season of Dexter all in one sitting. I then decide that my best option is to complete the job/project tomorrow morning before I go to school/work.
  • I wake up twenty minutes late and promise to never procrastinate again.

 

 

Until tomorrow,

Rhonda Farabee

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One Step Closer to Restoring Faith In Humanity

The Positive Vibe

Every once in a while, I have these seemingly crazy daydreams. I remember walking home from school or sitting by the window on the bus, and these “scenarios” would pop into my head.

“What would I do if…?”

What would I do if I saw an accident on the freeway? Would I stop to help even if the scene of the accident was dangerous? What would I do if I saw someone flagging down help? What would I do if I saw someone in danger? Would I risk my own life to save a stranger?

Most of us would like to think that we would do the right thing, but it’s easy to talk ourselves out of it. We live in cynical times. “Surely someone else called 911 by now. It’s too dangerous to stop in the middle of the freeway. ” “I always hear stories about people who stopped to…

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I Took a Chance and Rolled the Dice

GAMES, GAMES, GAMES…
It’s all that we would play.
We took a chance and rolled the dice.
Now we’re in this game of LIFE.

Time, time, time…
The past few years
Seemed pure PERFECTION.
We really felt that LOVE CONNECTION.

Lies, lies, lies…
That’s all that you could tell.
GUESS WHO came to burst the bubble?
Your secret girlfriend, TROUBLE.

I’m completely BOGGLED.
Just another silent WAR.
You keep saying you’re SORRY.
But I’ve been through this before.

Feelings, feelings, feelings…
Everything has changed.
You have no CLUE how to deal
With the RISK that you’ve engaged.

Watching, watching, watching…
As you drown in misery.
An OPERATION is underway
And now you’re just a MEMORY.

                                                         – Rhonda Farabee

A Rubber Band of Feelings

rubber band

Darkness surrenders
to the pain held within.

Temptation,
frustration suppressed.

Inside my mind
you would be lucky to find
sanity, truth or inspiration at best.

Just another misfit
walking all alone.

I’m not perfect or plastic,
but somehow elastic,
to these feelings peeling at me.

                                           – Rhonda Farabee

The Strenuous Heartbeat

I wish someone would have told me

the things I never knew.

The misheard whispers of the hurt,

and the happiness of few.

Somewhere in the mix of things

my drink was surely served.

Forced down my throat which

caused my wheel of life to swerve.

No one ever told me,

that this is where I’d be.

Struggling to understand

this harsh reality.

When does hiding the truth

become more so a lie?

The gun is still pointing,

you’re just a few bullets shy.

I get the hint.

It hurts just the same.

No matter what I say

the bad still remains.

One more bullet,

the same exact gun.

It’s like Russian roulette,

the tragedy has begun.

                                                   – Rhonda Farabee