Why Procrastinators Procrastinate
This has got to be one of the most hard-hitting articles I’ve read when it comes to deconstructing the art of procrastination. The way the author assigns terms to certain phenomena – the “Instant Gratification Monkey, the “Panic Monster”, and even the “Dark Playground” – is so incredibly effective in explaining those experiences which we would rather ignore when we do everything other than the task at hand.
Still being in university and having such an intense study schedule makes it difficult to have time to do anything else – and it only gets worse when you’re not even spending your time studying. I’ve read a million suggestions to try and get over procrastination blues and nothing has helped – but I think for once this article actually struck a chord.
Don’t know if my bad habits are going to change – napping instead of studying, watching movies instead of going to the gym, decorating lists instead of completing them – but let’s hope (like the author says) I can actually DO.
If you’ve got a few minutes or so (which, if you’re anything like the Procrastinator, you have despite actually having a million things to do) then I suggest you read both the first and second parts of this article (Part 2- How to Beat Procrastination http://waitbutwhy.com/2013/11/how-to-beat-procrastination.html).
First of all let me just say- I fan girl hard. By which I mean there will be tears. Bring someone I adore near me and I’ll break down into a sweeping heap of hot mess; and seeing Beyonce was no different.
If you’re thinking that this is going to be just another one of those blog posts that gush about a celebrity and being their biggest fan and how great that person is- you’re absolutely correct.
I went to her Sydney show on November 2nd, and since seeing her perfection in person I feel like an insignificant fly on the wall in comparison – then again she always talks about how she works her ass off and considering my ass is glued to a chair or bed most days I guess I can’t complain! If you’ve downloaded her new visual album, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
If I found out that in the next life I’ll be reborn as a towel she uses once in her life, I’ll die happy. They don’t call her the queen B for nothing.
A quick post to celebrate Paul Walker’s life. He’s been a heartthrob to all of us who have been absolutely obsessed with the Fast and Furious movies and his humanitarian efforts outside of acting have cemented his place as a Hollywood treasure. I remember going to watch all the F&F movies after falling in love with the second one and fainting every time he or Vin Diesel came on screen.
Whenever there’s a celebrity passing, you see so many people become aware of a person who they didn’t pay a second glance to when they were alive (Michael Jackson for example). So to his family and his true fans – the ones that won’t forget 3 days later when it is no longer being reported – his loss will be truly missed. Rest in paradise Paul William Walker IV.
- You never do. Every year you make an elaborate list of aaaaall the things you’re going to achieve in the new year. Get healthy, start sleeping, be on time, get work done, yada yada yada… it never happens.
- You’ll love yourself for it. Think about it, how much do you want to punch yourself in the face every December for doing zero with your life? That’s what I thought. Don’t worry, I’m not one to talk.
- You’re getting older. Like it or not, time doesn’t slow down. Don’t spend another year putting off what needs to be done – it only gets harder from here. You’ll wake up one day, look in the mirror and all you’ll see will be wrinkles and grey hair.
- It’s the only time you’ll ever make a resolutions list. When else during the year do you write down everything you want to achieve? Christmas? Easter? Your grandmother’s birthday? Nope, you’ll do it once – so cross those buggers off.
- You feel… fresh. A new year means out with the old and in with the new. Forget old jobs, boyfriends and bad experiences and start looking towards new ones. Now’s the time to make a change for yourself, so start one step ahead.
- Everyone else is doing it. Everyone else makes these lists. How many stick to it? Mind you, I’m only 18, but I’m yet to meet a single person that hasn’t thrown their list away on the 1st of January. Be the black sheep, write it up and tick it off.
- Shove it in his/her face. There’s someone/there are people out there that you don’t like. Don’t you want to show him/her/them how much you win at life? If you don’t, even people you want to impress/prove yourself to works here.
I totally understand how circumstances/anything else can have a role to play in how/when/if you can cross things off your New Years list. All I’m saying is don’t let laziness get in the way. Take a pillow, stick a picture of yourself on a bed of lazy on it and punch it until your picture and pillow explode in a spray of feathers. Repeat this in real life. (By no means am I condoning self-violence.)
This is fantastic. Finally a toy company that doesn’t make the same sort of product. Over. And. Over. Again. GoldieBlox aims to turn doll/pink/tutu-obsessed young girls into smart and innovative engineers. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean forcing them to think about armature demagnetisation at the age of six – but building parade floats and spinning machines is certainly more stimulating than changing the shoes of a barbie doll.
The video even left me thinking “boy if someone had taught me to create such a cool domino effect when I was a kid, maybe I wouldn’t be as bad as I am now at bowling.”
Honestly, I think this is awesome. What’s even better is that even though Goldie (the main character) is blonde-haired and green-eyed, she has curly hair, freckles and a gap tooth. Even better, her best friend is dark-skinned. Being a fellow (former) gap-toothed south-east Asian myself, I totally prefer this to the dolls I had to play with in the early 00s.
As a side note, there is nothing wrong with fashion design. As a six year-old I did not find greater pleasure in life than deciding whether hot pink pants matched a checked red shirt or if aqua flare pants were a better option.
Maybe I’m overexcited that there’s finally something different on the market for the young girls, and it’s caused me to overlook any flaws of the idea. Regardless, I hope these toys stick around until (and if) I pop one out myself!