so here i sit, with a deliciously coveted sunday off of work. there are a handful of things that i want to do, such as writing a blog post that i got the brainspark for two days ago, and going out for a photography session on this almost 50 degree january day. there is a crucial list of things i need to do including exhausting-sounding gerunds such as cleaning, purging and organizing. my favorite thing to do on a day of rest is try out a new, elaborate recipe and hope the outcome is a nectarous end to a luxurious day of, well, rest.
with the limitless possibilities tugging at me and the tv remote always at the ready, this is the discourse that just took place in my head. this is the monologue that occurs more often than i am proud to admit. this is the true inner-workings of a procrastinator who is seasoned in her craft.
ok, so it’s 2 o’clock now. the sunset is at 5:14 so i need to be somewhere photogenic by 4:30 at the latest which means i have to leave the house around 4. if i shoot for around an hour, that still gives me five hours before i have to pick leanne up from work. writing a blog post usually takes me a couple of hours so if i put the pork chops in the crock pot when i get home from taking pictures, then i can finish writing before dinner is ready. but i don’t want the food to get cold before we eat so i should probably write first and then work on dinner. i can throw a load of laundry or two in there. and the floors could really use a vacuum and mop in their lives. the bedroom should be vacuumed too. alright so i will leave at 4 to take pictures, be back home by 6, throw in a load of laundry, bust out the vacuum and the swiffer, then sit my ass down in front of the computer for an hour. but no facebook and no tv. i could always leave now to take some shots so that i catch more sunshine. maybe if i change out of my pajamas i would feel more motivated. hmm. but this episode of roseanne just started. and it’s a really funny one where mark punches out the jukebox at the lobo and dan lies for him to cover his ass. and of course everyone gets caught. you can’t hide that shit from roseanne. ok, so after this episode is over i will stop being a lazy piece of shit and go be productive in the world. or at least what i consider productive. because taking pretty pictures isn’t going to clean out my closets. god, i really need to get all those bags of donation crap out of the third bedroom so i can take pictures of the drafting desk i want to sell. i can do that tomorrow before i go to work. then i can work on turning that into a library and hang all the local artwork i have acquired. crap, i need to get up with laura to buy that photo from her. we’ve been talking about that for months. i need to shoot her a message. but i can do that later when i’m not wasting daylight. ok. i should probably eat something before i leave the house. i wonder if i can make a toasted ham and cheese sandwich before this show is over. eh, if not, what’s one more half hour going to change?
seriously people. and it just goes on. in the time it takes me to rationalize all my actions, i have pilfered away the time i could have actually been doing all the things that i was thinking about doing. in the end i usually end up just staying on the couch and wallowing in self-hatred.
the hardest part of being a procrastinator by nature is the lack of understanding from non-procrastinators. do you think i want to be this way? do you know how much easier life would be if i had unlimited ambition? i certainly have the time. my house could be immaculate and organized. college would have been much less stressful if i could have written my papers sometime previous to the night before they were due. i probably could have sold some photographs before christmas. my blog would be famous if i utilized all the free time i have on my hands properly.
this is me, for better or for worse. i will always be this girl. my brain chemistry requires a certain reward system. i can guiltlessly enjoy bad tv marathons as long as i swear to fold laundry on every commercial break. i can have one more cigarette as long as i load the dishwasher immediately after i stub out the butt (and yes, i’m still working on re-quitting. it’s much harder this time. that’s a whole different blog post). even the small things, like answering emails or calling to make a dentist appointment are put off for days, sometimes weeks. i am sure it seems senseless to you eager beavers out there. you just don’t get us. it’s a constant cycle of self-bartering and broken promises.
but there is always tomorrow. that is the cornerstone of living the procrastination life. tomorrow is the bane of and reason for our existence. with inexplicable rationale, us procrastinators always believe that tomorrow will be there, waiting for us, and that sounds like downright positivity to me. i will go to bed tonight disappointed that i watched five episodes of roseanne instead of hitting the beach with my camera. i will get up in the morning and not harp on my shortcomings. instead, i will start the conversation all over again. i will revel in the small victories of each day, even though sometimes they are as excruciatingly small as writing a blog about slacking on my blog-writing.