Om att prokastinera
Hade tänkt skriva om något annat idag, men sen gick jag ut med hundarna i trädgården så dom fick leka av sig, och nu minns jag inte vad det var.
Så jag råkade hamna på denna artikeln om att prokastinera, och den träffade så himla fullständigt jäkla rätt.
Uttdrag:
In college, the sudden unbridled personal freedom was a disaster for me—I did nothing, ever, for any reason. The one exception was that I had to hand in papers from time to time. I would do those the night before, until I realized I could just do them through the night, and I did that until I realized I could actually start them in the early morning on the day they were due.
The Dark Playground is a place every procrastinator knows well. It’s a place where leisure activities happen at times when leisure activities are not supposed to be happening. The fun you have in the Dark Playground isn’t actually fun because it’s completely unearned and the air is filled with guilt, anxiety, self-hatred, and dread. Sometimes the Rational Decision-Maker puts his foot down and refuses to let you waste time doing normal leisure things, and since the Instant Gratification Monkey sure as hell isn’t gonna let you work, you find yourself in a bizarre purgatory of weird activities where everyone loses.
The Instant Gratification Monkey, normally unshakable, is terrified of the Panic Monster. How else could you explain the same person who can’t write a paper’s introductory sentence over a two-week span suddenly having the ability to stay up all night, fighting exhaustion, and write eight pages? Why else would an extraordinarily lazy person begin a rigorous workout routine other than a Panic Monster freakout about becoming less attractive?
And these are the lucky procrastinators—there are some who don’t even respond to the Panic Monster, and in the most desperate moments they end up running up the tree with the monkey, entering a state of self-annihilating shutdown.
Something has to change. Here are the main reasons why:
1) It’s unpleasant. Far too much of the procrastinator’s precious time is spent toiling in the Dark Playground, time that could have been spent enjoying satisfying, well-earned leisure if things had been done on a more logical schedule. And panic isn’t fun for anyone.
2) The procrastinator ultimately sells himself short. He ends up underachieving and fails to reach his potential, which eats away at him over time and fills him with regret and self-loathing.
3) The Have-To-Dos may happen, but not the Want-To-Dos. Even if the procrastinator is in the type of career where the Panic Monster is regularly present and he’s able to be fulfilled at work, the other things in life that are important to him—getting in shape, cooking elaborate meals, learning to play the guitar, writing a book, reading, or even making a bold career switch—never happen because the Panic Monster doesn’t usually get involved with those things.
Jag har själv försökt formulera varför jag verkar inkapabel till att utföra saker i tid, och kommit till liknande slutsatser, men har aldrig funderat över hur många andra personer som fungerar likadant. Förmodligen för att jag nästan uteslutande omgivs av människor som inte har samma problem. Och det är rätt självklart att jag hittade artikeln för att jag varken vill plugga eller städa. Uttragen här talar för sig själva väldigt bra, men om någon känner att det stämmer in på sig själv, eller vill veta mer om hur det är att vara som jag, är det bara att klicka på länken. Kunde inte uttryckt det bättre själv. Bilderna var väldigt bra också.
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