My roommate and I have come to pretty funny realization about our procrastination patterns. The analogy came to be while we were yelling back and forth across the hall to each other.
"I have so much to do!" I would yell from in bed, my computer propped against my knees playing netflix. "Ugh-- me too! I'm too comfy. Blechhh," she would answer.
We are like fainting goats!
We can walk just fine. Moving forward, slow progress is made. We get somewhere. When things get too hectic, or we get "scared," we collapse. We become completely useless.
My mind's knees are locked, and its quickly falling over. I can't get up.
I'm nervous. I'm useless. I'm in bed.
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