So maybe I’m doing it right after all?

So maybe I’m doing it right after all?

(Source: for-the-love-of-the-words, via ashisfriendly)

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It turns out procrastination is not typically a function of laziness, apathy or work ethic as it is often regarded to be. It’s a neurotic self-defense behavior that develops to protect a person’s sense of self-worth.

You see, procrastinators tend to be people who have, for whatever reason, developed to perceive an unusually strong association between their performance and their value as a person. This makes failure or criticism disproportionately painful, which leads naturally to hesitancy when it comes to the prospect of doing anything that reflects their ability — which is pretty much everything.

But in real life, you can’t avoid doing things. We have to earn a living, do our taxes, have difficult conversations sometimes. Human life requires confronting uncertainty and risk, so pressure mounts. Procrastination gives a person a temporary hit of relief from this pressure of “having to do” things, which is a self-rewarding behavior. So it continues and becomes the normal way to respond to these pressures.

Particularly prone to serious procrastination problems are children who grew up with unusually high expectations placed on them. Their older siblings may have been high achievers, leaving big shoes to fill, or their parents may have had neurotic and inhuman expectations of their own, or else they exhibited exceptional talents early on, and thereafter “average” performances were met with concern and suspicion from parents and teachers.

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David Cain, “Procrastination Is Not Laziness” (via pawneeparksdepartment)

This totally justifies every excuse I’ve been giving myself from not doing that thing I’m supposed to do.

(via aaronmoles)

(via danharmon)

"The idea is to get away from one place, but I never get away, I never reach another place. I try to struggle with the things that bind me, but I forget the nature of the bonds. I go to the movies. I get up at four and read until dawn. I do everything but the work I came here to do."

— John Cheever, from his journal, which I hope he wouldn’t mind me reading (via nevver)

(via nevver)

"Fans that I meet, they’re like me, they have this optimism to them. They’re smart enough to know how brutal the world is and they know all the ugly words for all the things that are bad about everything, but they’re compelled to want things to be better. They want to be happy. They want to like people. They want to hug people. They oftentimes don’t know how to do it. And they have a lot of stories about how they failed to do it right in a world full of people that know how to hug people and take it for granted. They are misfits that are proud to be misfits, but at the same time, desperately hunger to fit in because it feels good."

— Dan Harmon, from this interview (via allthingsbrightandbold)

(via havingchanged)

zodiacchic:

ZodiacChic Post:Virgo

Because I sure as hell don’t have one.

zodiacchic:

ZodiacChic Post:Virgo

Because I sure as hell don’t have one.

Never not feeling like a weirdo.

(Source: desertcolossus, via juliasegal)

nevver:

“It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself.”

nevver:

“It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself.”

Happy 2013.

I haven’t left my bed in a day and a half. I’m being dramatic when I say I am immobilized as a result of everything I’ve done wrong up until this point and don’t want to do anything again, ever…but it’s how I FEEL. I’m too old to be like this, but too young for it all to end. I feel bad for loving everything and everyone and wanting to share my life with others and trying to force myself into the lives that aren’t trying to have me around. It makes me really sad and I need to only find things that make me less sad.

I don’t feel good or happy about anything in my life so I tried to do something about it and got rejected and now I feel even worse and my grandma died and everything sucks so I’m telling the Internet because that’s all I have.