Procrastination.

I wish I could tell teachers that I choose to spend my limited time here on our little floating rock in space with my friends instead of doing homework because, let’s be honest, I’m not going to look back on my existence and fondly remember that geography assignment from 2018.

And while part of my conscious does actually believe that, a tiny voice in the back insists it’s a poorly constructed excuse used to masquerade my laziness.

 

My procrastination abilities don’t end there, though.

Procrastinating. Verb. “delay or postpone action; put off doing something.”.

I procrastinate all the damn time in just about everything I do.

I procrastinate getting out of bed every morning.

I procrastinate eating breakfast.

I procrastinate cutting my hair.

I procrastinate cleaning my glasses.

I procrastinate talking to people.

I procrastinate this blog sometimes, even.

 

and yet I pretend to do what I do for the sole purpose of making the most of my time left.

while I’m on a roll, let me procrastinate finding the reason I do that.