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.