I am meant to be doing some work. It's not that I don't want to be doing it - I do; it's quite interesting - but I am a serial procrastinator and have discovered that just the word 'work' is enough to send me running for the hoover - well, not quite, but I have hung the washing out.
This has been an issue with me ever since I was kid. When I was meant to be revising for exams I often went for long bike rides instead and then took even longer baths. That probably explains a lot. I have always had a creative talent for doing stuff other than the stuff I should be doing, and that was before the internet came along.
5 Ways I procrastinate:
- Reading old newspapers. When I say 'old', I mean by about two years, which means that the 'news' no longer meets its own definition.
- Washing up - the kitchen is sparkling; I've even scrubbed the baking trays.
- Baking - if you ever visit my house and there are home-made biscuits on offer, you can guarantee that there is something relatively important left undone.
- Rearranging my books/ records/ clothes/ pens/ towels - there is always something that could benefit from being reorganised according to colour, size, or pure whimsy.
- Writing my diary/ blog posts. Q.E.D.