The ancient (and untrue) tale of a procrastinator.
I sit fumbling through the scribbled pages of my notes, and as I am beginning to highlight the already densely bolded words in my text book, I decided that I should take a break. I started stretching, and as I was walking around the room I noticed my trash can was half full. I procrastinated longer by tossing out the trash in the dumpster outside, and then attempted to head back inside to my studies. But naturally, on the way back in, I saw an old friend passing by. And so, not wanting to be rude, we conversed remembering the days when we used to hang out together. And when the conversation ended, I made my way back indoors. I went straight for my room hoping I wouldn’t encompass anymore distractions, but then I decided that I was sort of hungry and stopped by the fridge for a snack.
I stared blankly at the contents of my refrigerator knowing plainly that I was just standing there to waste time. And after five minutes of peering deeply at my milk carton, I gently closed the door and walked away. Immediately after I glanced down at my wristwatch and noticed that my short break melted into a lost hour. I ran back to my desk and began reading my textbook like mad. So madly in fact, I ended up reading a single sentence repeatedly for ten minutes. I really need to focus, I thought frantically to myself. But something about procrastination just seems more enticing.
So I shut my book and I began to take another short break when I noticed something lying on the floor. I picked up the piece of trash and went to throw it away. And naturally, I decided, what the heck, I’ll just vacuum the whole floor while I’m at it. And so after vacuuming the remaining area of my floor, I dumped the contents of the vacuum’s dust collector in the trash. And then I pondered to myself, should I vacuum the rest of the apartment? It’s quite dirty anyways… Why not? And so I continued vacuuming the rest of the apartment, getting every square inch as I partook in the task, and when I was done and tucked the vacuum away in its place, I realized that the dishes needed washing. I couldn’t vacuum the floor without leaving the dishes could I? And when I was done with that I moved on to the rest of the kitchen. Why not clean the windows while I’m at it?
Hours passed and all I had accomplished was cleaning the apartment. Not a single mention of philosophy had I come across today. I looked to my watch again to only realize that my final exam would take place in three hours. Should I spend it studying or should I get some sleep seeing that it is now 5:00 am? I pondered the dilemma for a moment. I’m just a slave to procrastination anyways. I might as well be rested when I fail my test.
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This entry was posted on April 11, 2012 by Jasmine D. Lowe. It was filed under Life, Stories and was tagged with college, epic, epic procrastination, Facebook, JasmineDLowe, philosophy, school, short stories, stories, studying, writer, Writing.
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