A lot of people struggle with procrastination, but I like to think myself one of the severely affected. Not to say procrastination is the driving force behind everything I don't do; I actually have a very healthy work ethic when I'm not getting punched in the face by procrastination.
Maybe procrastination itself is a manifestation of natural need to live on the edge. Us deadline pushers enjoy the rush we get by knowing that disaster is imminent unless we buckle down at the last second and finish what we started some months ago. It's timid man's parkour.
Yeesh, who am I kidding? Procrastination is more like a giant brute standing beside me every second of the day, waiting for me to sit down to do something important so he can rip my eyeballs out of their sockets and direct them at the more immediate things in life. It's not about the danger that comes from not doing stuff--it's about the beatings I get for trying to do stuff.
I have a headache now.
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