When I was little, my parents always made me finish my homework BEFORE I did anything else.
I think this was a good habit, in some ways, although it made me panic when I ever had to do something right up against a deadline, because it was so unusual. My parents' panic made me panic.
(It has taken me most of my life to realize just how many of my wrong beliefs came from my parents.)
I didn't really meet any actual procrastinators until college, when I continued my good habits and strongly believed that I was less stressed out that way.
I watched one of my roommates get several Incompletes, and wondered how she could just go about her life like it was no big deal.
I seriously thought that if something like that happened to me, I would die.
Fast-forward a few years, and I live with a life-long textbook procrastinator, who has been a bad influence on me in some ways.
This weekend, for example, I have done some of the things I needed to do, because they were time-sensitive, and blew everything else off.
Until today. I really really need to get some work done today.
But I don't wanna.
I need a break longer than I've had time for in quite a while.
I'm afraid that one of these days I'm just going to plop down in the middle of the sidewalk and cry like a 2-year old.
I keep thinking of that Barenaked Ladies song, "Baby Seat":
When the working week defeats us
If you think growing up is tough
Then you're just not grown up enough, baby
You can't live your life
in the baby seat
You've got to stand on your own
Don't admit defeat