Drvladivostok
They call me Longlegs
When I tell you I'm a procrastinator, I mean I'll sit in front of my PC or laptop with around 2 hours of workload left, and 7 hours before deadline, and do nothing but watch youtube videos on filmaking from night to noon, whereby I'm forced to strectch my brain for the 100 meter sprint, usually unde-slept and dozy from hours of consuming unrelated materials, chasing the deadline while cursing my own soul.
I was able to carry out this convention- with major quality of life sacrifices (high stess, little sleep)- up until I got a job in a law firm, there, the demanding team leaders, the narcissistic senior associates, and inconsiderate clinteles seem to force me to reconsider my strategy, with the threat of my sanity or my career.
With each projects, errors, and chatisements, I seem to realize that procrasrination, atleast the variants that have inflicted me, surface when some conditions are fulfilled, 1) Convenient Place to find comfort, either mentally or physically, IE; Bed, Youtube, Couch, Etc. 2) An overbearing feeling of grandure in my ability that I can finish any task in an approximate amount of time. I had to mitigate this two feelings.
So I star forming a strategy;
Everytime I have a project that require homework I start searching for night-clubs, bars, and dicotique at 9AM at 10 I would open my laptop there, the buzzing shitty EDM, flashing lights, and occassional sea of bodies would spike up my introverted nerves to the roof whereby I couldn't even find comfort if I put my laptop down, therefore I was forced to finish my task with the least amount of time by only the encouragement of my own discomfort and marlboro white.
The occasional bump from the crowd and the weird looks (I may also be imagining things) from the other customers only push me to finish whatever task I had at hand. This shit works like a charm I'll tell ya, never have I ever sat down and just typed anything for 3 hours straight, non stop (2 packs of Marlboro White).
It couldn't be any bar either, if the athmosphere was too somber (I've tried Mcds and Cafes) or the patron have nearly all left, the spell is broken, I find myself being too comfortable to want to leave, so my mood may shift to melancholic daydreaming and I might start abbandoning my obligations.
I'm not sure whether this habit is something healthy, my alcohol and ciggarette intake have quadrupled as with my overnight expenditure, but like everything else, it's one step to know oneself.
I was able to carry out this convention- with major quality of life sacrifices (high stess, little sleep)- up until I got a job in a law firm, there, the demanding team leaders, the narcissistic senior associates, and inconsiderate clinteles seem to force me to reconsider my strategy, with the threat of my sanity or my career.
With each projects, errors, and chatisements, I seem to realize that procrasrination, atleast the variants that have inflicted me, surface when some conditions are fulfilled, 1) Convenient Place to find comfort, either mentally or physically, IE; Bed, Youtube, Couch, Etc. 2) An overbearing feeling of grandure in my ability that I can finish any task in an approximate amount of time. I had to mitigate this two feelings.
So I star forming a strategy;
Everytime I have a project that require homework I start searching for night-clubs, bars, and dicotique at 9AM at 10 I would open my laptop there, the buzzing shitty EDM, flashing lights, and occassional sea of bodies would spike up my introverted nerves to the roof whereby I couldn't even find comfort if I put my laptop down, therefore I was forced to finish my task with the least amount of time by only the encouragement of my own discomfort and marlboro white.
The occasional bump from the crowd and the weird looks (I may also be imagining things) from the other customers only push me to finish whatever task I had at hand. This shit works like a charm I'll tell ya, never have I ever sat down and just typed anything for 3 hours straight, non stop (2 packs of Marlboro White).
It couldn't be any bar either, if the athmosphere was too somber (I've tried Mcds and Cafes) or the patron have nearly all left, the spell is broken, I find myself being too comfortable to want to leave, so my mood may shift to melancholic daydreaming and I might start abbandoning my obligations.
I'm not sure whether this habit is something healthy, my alcohol and ciggarette intake have quadrupled as with my overnight expenditure, but like everything else, it's one step to know oneself.