I'm A Procrastinator
Robert Paul Reyes
January 12, 2007
My name is Robert Paul Reyes, and I'm a procrastinator. I would join a Procrastinators Anonymous group, but I'm always putting off searching the Internet to see if such a support group really exists.
I start off each day intending to write a brilliant analysis of Bush's foreign policy or some other high faluting project, but then I spend all my time online reading about Britney Spears pantyless shenanigans or about Donald Trump's feud with Rosie O'Donnell. Then I end up writing another fluff piece about some clueless celebrity.
From "Why We Procrastinate" by LiveScience.com writer Jeanna Bryner:
"Now, a recent study reveals some causes of the foot-dragging phenomenon and what dooms New Year’s resolutions to failure.
Essentially, procrastinators have less confidence in themselves, less expectancy that they can actually complete a task, said lead researcher Piers Steel of the University of Calgary."
I don't agree with Steel's analysis; I have tremendous confidence in myself. Some folks even accuse me of having a "monstrous ego." I think I can write the "Great American Novel", if I only could take a year off from work.
It's not that I don't have confidence in myself, it's that I don't have confidence that I can find the time to do everything I want to.
From "Why We Procrastinate":
"Steel found in another study that when procrastinators do cram to finish the work, they work at a dizzying pace. 'They work almost 11 times the average rate. Real procrastinators, just before the deadline, are mercurial,” he said.'"
That's true, I write an opinion column for a newspaper and when I'm right up against a deadline, I can crank out an essay in about 10 minutes.
For those of you waiting for me to write a spellbinding essay about a serious subject, complete with footnotes: I'll get around to it tomorrow, I promise. But right now I'm reading about Angelina Jolie's desire to adopt a baby from every African country.
I start off each day intending to write a brilliant analysis of Bush's foreign policy or some other high faluting project, but then I spend all my time online reading about Britney Spears pantyless shenanigans or about Donald Trump's feud with Rosie O'Donnell. Then I end up writing another fluff piece about some clueless celebrity.
From "Why We Procrastinate" by LiveScience.com writer Jeanna Bryner:
"Now, a recent study reveals some causes of the foot-dragging phenomenon and what dooms New Year’s resolutions to failure.
Essentially, procrastinators have less confidence in themselves, less expectancy that they can actually complete a task, said lead researcher Piers Steel of the University of Calgary."
I don't agree with Steel's analysis; I have tremendous confidence in myself. Some folks even accuse me of having a "monstrous ego." I think I can write the "Great American Novel", if I only could take a year off from work.
It's not that I don't have confidence in myself, it's that I don't have confidence that I can find the time to do everything I want to.
From "Why We Procrastinate":
"Steel found in another study that when procrastinators do cram to finish the work, they work at a dizzying pace. 'They work almost 11 times the average rate. Real procrastinators, just before the deadline, are mercurial,” he said.'"
That's true, I write an opinion column for a newspaper and when I'm right up against a deadline, I can crank out an essay in about 10 minutes.
For those of you waiting for me to write a spellbinding essay about a serious subject, complete with footnotes: I'll get around to it tomorrow, I promise. But right now I'm reading about Angelina Jolie's desire to adopt a baby from every African country.
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