I think that I mentioned this word before, but it will do me good to repeat it.
Procrastination is the action of delaying or postponing some action.
Something that I find particularly annoying.
Either you do it, either you don’t. No in-between.
“Procrastination is like masturbation. At first it feels good, but in the end you’re only screwing yourself”.
Hamlet, (besides my wife) was one of the world’s most famous procrastinators.
To be or not to be?
Do you remember that interminable soliloquy? Of course you do.
There is no question that The Prince of Denmark was a Great Procrastinator.
Have you ever noticed by the way that Procrastinator rhymes with Refrigerator, Hibernator, Oscillator, Percolator, Evaporator?
Just a passing thought…
Hamlet dillydallied for most of the play (over 4 hours in the original version) about what to do about his father’s murderer. Should I kill Uncle Claudius or not?
Come on Hamlet… give us a break. Either you do or you don’t.
Dispatch the SOB and stop bleating about what you should or should not do.
It is tiring and annoying.
Another famous procrastinator was Victor Hugo.
If my sources are correct the great man was quite a horndog, or as the French would say, « il aimait courir la gueuse. »
While writing the Hunchback of Notre Dame, he had a tendency to drop his pen and leave the house to look for tender loving care.
Finally, hounded by his publisher, he decided to strip naked and told his valet to hide his clothes to prevent him from going out before finishing a certain chapter.
It worked, and Victor finally finished the book, but not before (in a fit of peevishness) bumping off Frollo, Quasimodo, Esmeralda and Clopin Trouillefou.
That’s what happens to people afflicted with chronic hesitancy. They frustrate their entourage and end up doing hasty, foolish things.
“Procrastination is like a credit card: it’s a lot of fun until you get the bill.”