Belonging to Tomorrow
I believe in procrastination. To push work, events, and job back. “Delay or postpone action.” (Webster Dictionary 2009).
Clock is ticking…ticking…and ticking as the small hand twirls round and round inside. It doesn’t seem to stop, only twitch after every few turns and keeps on going. I was blissfully away in a cloud of lush dreams as my prone and blank papers sat unmoving atop my dark oak desk. The blinding sun slinked in through the snowball white shades and I rushed, scurrying like a dusty gray rat for the lone yellow cheese, to school; and the prone and blank papers still sat atop my dark oak desk, waiting and waiting for fulfilling words. My round clock with its glittering dust of diamonds tick-tocked and tick-tocked away. Why not wait? Why do it now? Exactly, why not wait?
So, I waited and waited like a grass green leaf frozen underneath a sheet of clear ice in the pond. The blank and prone papers continued to sit unmoving atop my desk day after day, night after night. I had plenty of time to get those papers done, one a 2-page paper on the theme of The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger and the other a 3-page paper on the effects of WWI; they were not due until Monday and it was Thursday. I had other things to do in my life besides them. I watched SpongeBob Squarepants and White Collar drinking blistering bittersweet hot chocolate. I went on my laptop and surfed the web, finding mountains of new clothing in Urban Outfitter’s and American Eagle. I took the dingy and smelly subway with my 4 close friends to downtown Manhattan, finding hidden “nooks & crannies” of SoHo (South of Houston St.). I ate dinner with my family at a quaint Japanese restaurant with authentic bamboo dividers (plastic I realized later) and kimono wearing waiters speaking Cantonese to one another.
I did anything and everything besides my papers. Why not? I can. I can have a life socially with friends and family like being in a flustered crowd of hens; I can spend time alone, relax like the feeling of soothing hot chicken soup trickling down the throat when sick. I just can. The shining starry night turned to bright sunny day and back again until…the day before my papers were due came around. It was being in a warm embracing dream only for it to “POP” into tiny little shards. I sat at my dark oak desk, took out my trusty purple pencil, and wrote my papers one after the other. I just wrote and wrote, my mind whirring like a palm shaped ceiling fan, until both papers were done a few hours before school started. I procrastinated, so what?
I ran time, took control of it like a puppet master controlling the strings of its puppet, and I accomplished. I am in control and I am living life, procrastination opening the door for it.
