How Stuff Gets Done Around These Parts
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
But I have to do it. Have. To. Do. It. But—
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
OKAY FINE I’LL DO IT. I SHOULD JUST DO IT. (I’LL DO IT.)
After I take this nap.
After I take this nap.
After I take this nap.
After I take this nap.
After I take this nap.
After I take this nap.
After I take this nap.
After I take this nap.
(Naps.)
(Wakes up.)
OKAY. OKAY. THAT NAP WAS A MISTAKE. (But it’s over so I should move on, cannot change what is done. Now is the beginning of the rest of your life, etc.) BUT: This is literally the last possible moment I can start this task and finish it by when it’s due. I MUST DO IT. MUST. MUUUUSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. (MUST.)
(Does task. Finishes task in, like, 20 minutes.)
THAT WAS IT!?! I am never putting anything off ever again. EVER AGAIN.
NEXT TIME:
(Remembers nothing.)
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t want to do it.














Baaaaasically
YES :(
This is my relationship to homework and housecleaning in a nutshell. :(
This is going to sound impossibly annoying, but take courage: the habit does start to falter as you get older. What you write here was basically my internal monologue for most of my twenties (my teenage internal monologue was a mix Tori Amos lyrics and IT’S NOT LIKE I ASKED TO BE BORN. I was a pill). But being aware of how I was tripping myself up like this was the first step to getting my stuff together a little more efficiently.