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The Subtility Of procrastination (a Short Story) by Dotwillis1(m): 7:42pm On Mar 01, 2015 |
This is a spiced story of my experience yesterday -For the "gurus" who will be reading this, spare me my grammatical errors/blunders. I'll like to seek shelter under the fact that; "I'm not a professional writer". You please just get my message. (since I'm not writing to display grammatical prowess). ******* #SAD! THE SUBTILITY OF PROCASTINATION Rolling from one side of my bed to the other, I was hoping to catch some sleep. Hey! Its almost 7am someone might have told me. Anyway, I don't care. "we're on break, I'd better get as much sleep as I wish to before returning to FUT (Fraustration Under Tension), as many students are found of jokingly interpreting the acronym, perhaps due to the stressful nature of Nigerian Universities. As I was still in my semi-sleepy mood, some... (what I don't know how to describe yet), turned my mind into playground. I shut my eyes, imagining a lot of... (what I don't know how to describe for now). I would have concluded I was in the dreamland but for a mosquito bite that jolted me back to reality. Closing back my eyes, I found out what had been playing on my mind happened to be solutions to some vital issues. I determined to write two different articles based on those points I got from my "apparent sleep", and share them with my pals. Still in this mood, I fell asleep, only to open my eyes and beheld, it was about 10am or so. I shifted, stretched and yawned. Lying on a desk close to my bed are few books where I wrote both "rubbish" and my "cherished notes and articles", and a pen. I made for the desk to get my points written down and the two articles also. But then, it occured to me: "I've not eaten this morning, I've not even brushed my teeth". Then, I made for the door to go about the day's business, and write some other time, perhaps before I sleep in the night. Settling down to write at the cool of the day, I was transfixed to discover... I WENT BLANK. With virtually all my points gone, and the few points I remembered are also fading away in the mist. Oh! short term memory? UNBELIEVABLE!!! How could this be? Millions of questions rushed through my mind in a microsecond. I fought back tears, not wanting my books to be marred with with it. Looked childish? Believe me, if I'm to go on with those articles without those points evenly itemized, they are bound to end up in the trash bin. OH PROCRASTINATION! I started today after sleeping late last night happy and elated, now will I wet my pillow with tears after all-day-long happiness ? OH PROCRASTINATION! COULD YOU BE THIS CRUEL? 1 Like 1 Share |
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