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Procrastination

Procrastination is an object in hand that requires you to do something with it. The object can be light as a feather and only require two paces of walking to simply place it on the ground at your feet, but instead of just doing it then and there, you place it in your backpack and decide to come back later and take care of the item. But while you trod around, the object, once light as a feather, gains mass and begins to weigh you down and you are aware of the object at all times with everything you do and you can feel its mass growing and now the task that was so light and easy to do, gains a bit of dread associated with the thought of lifting it out of the backpack and actually moving it. Then, more and more objects are placed in the backpack and soon it is hard to walk around because you are loaded down with a pack full of items, all growing in weight, that you put off for later. Eventually the pack becomes too full to carry so you dump the pack out in a storage room somewhere. But that room soon becomes cluttered and you know it is cluttered with a hundred little items that are all the weight of lead bricks and all lying about in a state of chaos from pack after pack being dumped. But it is an illusion. The tasks are still as light as they were before. They are just loaded with guilt. And so they are avoided which only makes the mass grow even more. It is a ridiculous cycle. I don’t think other species procrastinate which makes me wonder once again, how did we make it to the top of the food chain?

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© 2007 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on May 6, 2007 in
Emotion: Fear, Type: Journal Entry