There are things I don’t do. I don’t play Tetris Battle, because it’s too mainstream, there’s no way I could catch up to everybody else, and Facebook games just feel corporation-evil to me. I don’t read 9GAG because reddit’s hivemind has, after showing me enough reposts for a lifetime, instilled an elitist mindset in me that considers it the dumpsters of the internet (and besides, AskReddit threads are way more interesting).
But still, despite all of these precautionary measures, I can find many ways to procrastinate. In fact, it might be argued that all this careful avoidance is the reason I’m so good, that I’ve adapted to my own productivity strategies. The internal conversation during a typical homework-loaded Sunday looks like:
Me: Okay. You have about six hours to finish all your assignments and you have lots of other responsibilities besides. Do something productive, dammit.
So I find my blog and start typing randomness into it, such as how annoying it is to be productive. Because, you know, judging by how I feel about older posts here, when I come back to read these posts five or ten years later, they’ll be really interesting. And besides, I bet there are still a small proportion of people out there reading about me. So this has to be a productive task… right?
Me: …okay, off the computer. There are a lot of assignments off the computer, and you get too easily distracted and can justify doing anything except playing the most clearly-defined games. Off.