Why am I incapable of doing things that I need to do, yet wholly capable of doing all the things I don’t need to do?
If there was some kind of award for procrastination, I wouldn’t ever get around to accepting it. And I don’t even think it’s about laziness anymore. No doubt there’s some kind of syndrome from which I suffer. Maybe it’s called Motivation Deficit Disorder. And if there’s not, I’ve just made it up, and I claim copyright on it.
If I had the self-drive, I’d go out and buy some sugar pills, wave them near some spiced water for a few seconds, and slap on a label saying “A Homeopathic Relief for MDD”. But I don’t.
So if you’re worried that you too might be suffering from this debilitating disorder, here are some of the symptoms to help you self-diagnose.
1. You’d rather watch Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip than sit down and do some work.
2. Given the choice between an afternoon with a good book and an afternoon doing something constructive, you end up sitting next to the closed book whilst shouting insults at Dragon’s Den.
3. You can’t be bothered to come up with a number three.
Anyway, I’m off to bed, safe in the knowledge that the world has completed one more revolution without my registering an iota of significance on anything.
