I read something the other day — I have since lost the link and the exact wording of the argument — but the notion went a little something like this, “Procrastination is Repressed Rage.”
I remember the wash of the argument because it hit me as an instant wave of recognition revealing an unspoken truth.
Those lightbulb events are rare and cherished and I have been pondering the idea of — “I’ll get to it when I can” and “I loathe you” — being synonymous.
My least favorite people in the world are The Passive-Aggressives who meander in and out of life and the land of the dead with false smiles on their facades and hatred in their hearts. You can never pin them down to anything or get them to commit to a single idea, let alone a final accomplishment.
I’m an “I’ll do it right now” sort because I know when I turn around, I’ll have a whole load of other things to mash through before the day is over — so why delay what can be done right now? I never let things pile up. I may have a cluttered desk, but my mind is clear.
If procrastination really is a cover for repressed rage — is the rage being expressed in the procrastination, or is the procrastination the overflow valve containing the fury?