The last week of the semester. Along with the last week of the semester, comes procrastination. I would participate if it were an Olympic sport. I should have written an article a few days ago, but, of course, I couldn't. Because of procrastination. There are a plethora of things I want to do on a daily basis that run through my mind constantly; learning new languages (or the thought of), getting more and more work done, and a bunch of other goals that aren't so much goals as they are passing thoughts through my head, somewhat like clouds. Of course, I am ultimately making myself my own mental barrier. My own gate, prison, what have you. Writing is just as much a distraction from my work, or maybe it helps. It depends on its purpose; in this case, it helps because I'm advancing this article while otherwise I'm unsure about the content of the article in of itself. All I know is that now I have less time to sleep, which is what procrastination often leads to. There are two people in this world; those who do, and those who don't. Of course, everyone seems to fall on some sort of spectrum between the two, or at least make these traits seem barely visible.
It's what people do on social media anyway. Present the best of themselves for opportunities to come their way, jobs, internships, other connections. Would it be better to have a superficial presence or no presence at all, especially, if you're only beginning as a worker? I could delay the omission of unimportant things if I wanted to on my wall, but they haven't done anything necessarily bad. They also bring to light some important issues that should be discussed more often, I believe. For that, I think it's better to not at least deceive or probably something else.
I may continue to flesh out this article, but I may actually do it later because I'm currently procrastinating. Sometimes I even think and procrastinate about my procrastination, which leads to an inception of procrastinating about procrastination. But regardless, the work isn't getting done. I still have papers to write, projects to complete, things to learn and improve on, sleep to gather throughout the night, and so on. I may just do other things I'm procrastinating on instead in order to put off the larger, more lethal tasks. As long as I have these long nights surrounding me, I feel strangely invincible.
