Procrastinatio... ah, I'll finish that word later

I wonder when my credit card statements will file themselves? They're mostly on the shelf beside where my laptop lives, and every now and then I look at them and muse on when they'll shuffle themselves off to the filing cabinet in the basement where they're supposed to be. I'm sure it'll happen sooner or later.

It's always easier, I find, to leave the house and go and do something new, than to stay at home and do something boring and old. I think that's why we're such a nation of consumers - a world of consumers, really: it's so much nicer to go into a shop and find something shiny and new and pay for it and bring it home and use it than to go rooting around in a box or a suitcase or on a shelf you can't reach or wherever you might have put it to find that item you already own which would work just as well in this circumstance. 

And it's definitely nicer to go out and get something new than to stay in and clean the house, or put away your credit-card statements, or make the doctor's appointment that's been hanging over your head for just a few months now, or any of the other things I've been avoiding doing.

It's also much easier to contemplate that misty time in the future when you will have the impetus and the energy and the peace and quiet to do such things while you sit down and surf the web or read a book or blog (even), than to just take advantage of these exact five minutes of peace that you have right now to go and do it straight away. Because then it would be done and you'd have to move something else to the top of your procrastination list, and that would just be a new thing to feel vaguely stressed over, so why not just leave things as they are, when everyone's perfectly satisfied with the status quo?

Get along, little credit-card statements. You can do it. I'm just going to sit here for another minute...