Guardians of the Galaxy came out over the weekend; but I haven’t seen it, yet. So I can’t talk about it. That doesn’t mean it didn’t do well at the box office [a crushing blow to my ego (these days, what doesn’t crush our egos? [maybe they’re meant to be crushed.])].
So here I sit, trying to decide what to do today. The necessary comes to mind: Go to work. The procrastination comes to mind: Play video games. And the
purpose task adventure comes to mind: Write. So, I’ll probably play video games until it’s time to get ready for work (the standard fare).
I mean, if I could work out a way to see GotG before work, I totally would, don’t get me wrong. No need to revoke my nerd card just yet. I’ve hardly put any punches in it.
Procrastination isn’t a bad thing, when used sparingly. Like sugar, alcohol, or wasabi. However, sometimes I take it to an art form. Though some people make a college major out of it. Others take it to the next level. Sometimes I wonder if I’m only a dabbler, just scratching the surface of my procrastination skills. Perhaps I just need more practice.
But if I practice procrastination will it turn into work? Will it seem like a chore? Will I no longer enjoy it? Doubtful. I have too many video games. Plus, TV is always entertaining (even more so when it’s turned on and tuned to a channel with shows, not just penguins wrestling polar bears in a blizzard [isn’t snowstorm more common?]).