PROCASTINATION THESIS
______________________________________________________________________________________________9.18.2006
I just came across a friend's friendster account and it got me wondering. Is procastination really that bad? Are procastinators really menaces to the routine-driven life? What if procastination really played a vital role in our lives? What if it was put there to give us a minor delay to avoid a catastrophy that was supposed to happen? What if it was put there to deviate our lives from ritualistic routines? Wat would life be without procastination? Think about it.
A personal account on the advantages of procastinaton:
Sometime this year, I was supposed to go to the bank to widthraw my monthly allowance, it wasn't much, but it was all i had. A friend of mine was supposed to come along, and we were supposed to be there at around 8:30 to avoid the rush and be able to finish my transaction without going through a line. To my dismay it was already 10:00 am when my friend woke up. I just lost the interest of getting money and decided to postpone everyting for tomorrow.
The next day, I went to the bank. Guess what. There was a robbery the day before at around 8:30. Wat could have happened if we were present at that moment? I could have lost my monthly allowance, worse, my life. Thanks to procastination, everything turned out fine.
A personal account on the advantages of procastinaton:
Sometime this year, I was supposed to go to the bank to widthraw my monthly allowance, it wasn't much, but it was all i had. A friend of mine was supposed to come along, and we were supposed to be there at around 8:30 to avoid the rush and be able to finish my transaction without going through a line. To my dismay it was already 10:00 am when my friend woke up. I just lost the interest of getting money and decided to postpone everyting for tomorrow.The next day, I went to the bank. Guess what. There was a robbery the day before at around 8:30. Wat could have happened if we were present at that moment? I could have lost my monthly allowance, worse, my life. Thanks to procastination, everything turned out fine.


Some call me Pet, and some, Don Peto. 31 Years of age, born a Taurus on the
year of our Lord 050177. BS Architecture student, 25% Filipino, 25% Spanish, 50% Chinese at birth, but 50% Italian, 50% Japanese at heart, objectivist, ambivert, paranoid, cynic, pessimist, skeptic,
perfectionist, yet a Christian. An idealist when it comes to love, a hopeless-romantic, artist, philospher, mathematician(?), metaphysician, musician, bassist, guitarist, drummer, (wannabe cello player),
and admirer the female gender.



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