I’ve been telling myself I need to write for a while now. Well, two weeks ago to be precise, when I finished reading this amazing book that I told myself I should blog about. And a few more things that i thought would be good to get down on paper. And I did…get it down on paper that is.

So when a friend annoyed me enough to get me up and blogging, the only thing I could think of was Procrastination. That’s what I’ve been doing. I used a weekend trip and a few guests as excuses not to write today. But the guests have left and i have no one to talk to, and I now return to my ong shunned love. The blog.

A crude analysis of why I procrastinate follows.

I’m lazy. I’m a dreamer, a big one. In my head are illusions of my grandiose future accomplishments, which given my continuing lazy streak, ain’t gonna get me no where. I just used a double negative. shows how bad my writing has gotten. I could maybe use that as a teeny prod to get this act together.

Maybe next time not listen to Justin Bieber while writing? Though if Ed Sheeran was the lyricist, does that make it Ed’s song or Justin’s?

Things achieved this week- the house got a good cleaning.

Things that did not happen- The christmas tree did not go up.

I may have a problem with procrastination.

Is anyone even reading this? 250 words of rambling.


Author: inconspicuousstranger

Third culture kid currently living in London. Life is rather interesting when you've live with multiple cultures! Being opinionated gives you character! The blog is my outlet for random thoughts and adventures, because lets face it, making real life friends in this world ain't easy! I’m the person sitting next to you on the bus, the one you pass by on the street, the one you know, and yet don’t know. The calm, ordinary, practical person who makes logical decisions, and chooses a logical job that pays the logical sum you need to survive. But this blog is about the illogical life that everyone wants, the quirky thoughts and mindless ideas. Wonkaland, if that makes sense, but then it doesn’t need to. Here I get to be the eccentric who’s no longer shackled by logic. Because imagination has no limits.

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