Procrastination
Meet my friend.
His name is Procrastination.
He helps me out when I have an assignment due by relaxing me and telling me not to worry. He tells me that I have better things to do with my time, like finish my book, wash the dishes or write a post. In fact he is here with me right now, guiding my fingers to the keys, letting me forget those pesky assignments that can ruin a good weekend.
Procrastination is my friend.
I embrace his friendship; he never lets me down. If he sees an assignment task sheet in my hand he is at my side in a second.
Procrastination likes to visit me on a Friday, but come Sunday he has fled. Instead I am visited by another friend – Pressure. Pressure is not quite as comforting as Procrastination, but he sure is motivating. Pressure allows me to produce thousands of insightful words within 24 hours. Pressure does not mind if I spend the whole day inside in scoddy clothes, slightly hungover and looking like the crazy hermit writer who doesn’t brush her hair. Pressure is not judgemental, he knows I should have invited him around earlier, but accepts that I was entertaining Procrastination.
But it is Friday, and Pressure will not be here till Sunday. Procrastination keeps me company.
His name is Procrastination.
He helps me out when I have an assignment due by relaxing me and telling me not to worry. He tells me that I have better things to do with my time, like finish my book, wash the dishes or write a post. In fact he is here with me right now, guiding my fingers to the keys, letting me forget those pesky assignments that can ruin a good weekend.
Procrastination is my friend.
I embrace his friendship; he never lets me down. If he sees an assignment task sheet in my hand he is at my side in a second.
Procrastination likes to visit me on a Friday, but come Sunday he has fled. Instead I am visited by another friend – Pressure. Pressure is not quite as comforting as Procrastination, but he sure is motivating. Pressure allows me to produce thousands of insightful words within 24 hours. Pressure does not mind if I spend the whole day inside in scoddy clothes, slightly hungover and looking like the crazy hermit writer who doesn’t brush her hair. Pressure is not judgemental, he knows I should have invited him around earlier, but accepts that I was entertaining Procrastination.
But it is Friday, and Pressure will not be here till Sunday. Procrastination keeps me company.
posted by Lis | 3:15 pm
2 Comments:
Aaah, so that's where pressure has got to.
I've been needing him, but he hasn't been replying to my calls or texts.
I hear both are very popular during exam time.
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