Someone once said to me that procrastinating is like masturbation, fun at the time, but in the end you’re only screwing yourself. Once you get past humour of the quip, there a lot of truth to it.
I know I’ve procrastinated because avoidance seemed a more comfortable option than just getting on with what I’ve had to. The results are that problems get worse and I’m left with impossibly little time to resolve things.
How I’ve procrastinated amazes me. I even resorted to ironing and cleaning to avoid some stuff. And I hate ironing and cleaning.
I’d say that it’s a form of madness, but it’s just an avoidance of immediate discomfort, irrespective of the later outcome. I’m sure there’s something that psychology or philosophy could say on this subject.
