That deadly feeling in the gut, telling us we’re making the wrong move. We’ve all had it at one time or another and it’s something we can’t (or shouldn’t) get used to. It’s always that same, evil feeling of 101 homework assignments due the next day and, usually in my case, I haven’t even touched a single one of them. Or maybe it’s something more simple, like pushing chores continually onto the consequent day for weeks on end until they’ve piled up enough to be called out by family or, even worse, friends.

I ask myself, how do I get rid of this terrible plague of procrastination? I’ve searched (and procrastinated searching) for the cure to putting things off, but have yet to find a reasonable and logical solution to my problem. The “you are overworked,” or “you fear failure” or even “you fear success” ideas just baffle me and, although failing does unnerve me, shouldn’t the idea of lazing about, not working on the assignment, bring more fear of failure than the fear of failing the completed assignment?

I’ve thought up my own solutions to procrastination and put them to the test too. One, probably my most ingenious plan, centered around the idea that too much of one thing would lead to me getting bored of it and starting another. Basically if I procrastinate a whole lot more, then I’ll start completing my assignments when I need to complete them. But this plan ended in almost-complete failure because it just made the repercussion worse. I’ve tried multiple other ideas too, including reminders and peer pressure from friends, all of which procrastination overcame in some way or another.

I’ve thought about life without procrastination a lot. Without procrastination people might make better grades, become more socially active or participate in extracurricular activities more. In the end I’ve decided to accept the lazy behavior as the conniving super-villain of life, always trying to take people down. Those people just have to find their superhero (metaphorically of course as superheroes don’t actually exist) to counter this villainous procrastination.

I guess I should just accept procrastination as another way to describe me. Well, maybe I’ll do it tomorrow.