You know how some people will procrastinate by maybe going out somewhere, watching Netflix, maybe even baking or cooking something that ends up taking 2 hours? Well, those are all terrible habits and we must try to put an end to this procrastination. But, I’m no better and I really can’t tell you ways to stop. Instead, I’ll tell you the way I procrastinate.

Somehow, adults have reached the conclusion that technology has corrupted our minds and has turned us all into Netflix binge-watching procrastinators when I can assure you this is not true for everyone. Although you will find me attached to my phone most of the time, it’s not because I’m scrolling through my newsfeeds or doing any online shopping. More often than not, you’ll find me procrastinating in a whole other way.

I’m an English major and I’m guilty of procrastinating just as much as the next person but I don’t do it by binging on Netflix shows or scrolling through memes on Instagram, my predicament is way more addicting and problematic: I read.

You may have just read that and gone, “Wow, an English major that reads, shocking,” but it’s a problem when you have about 400 pages of reading material accumulating for your four English classes and you’ve just started a great book you found online. See here’s the problem, once I start a new book, I have to finish it. I won’t be able to sleep without knowing if Ceasar and Andrea will be together in the end or if the letter Peter wrote to Suzanne was ever read or if everybody dies in the end. The events of the book play like a movie inside my head and it’s like I’m watching my favorite novella on Telemundo and I need to know how it all goes down.

Some people play sports, I read. I read nutrition labels and billboards; I read subway ads and highway signs; I read danger and warning labels. I like to read and find clarifications, but I hate reading texts from centuries ago and so the procrastination begins. It’s truly terrible that books don’t have a pause button like Netflix does because once my eyes catch sight of one word on the next page, after I’ve told myself this is the end until tomorrow, I really can’t help myself.

Don’t bother asking me for options on what to read though because chances are I won’t remember the title or the author, but I’ll remember that ending and it will break your heart.