Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted

It was with great regret that I found myself surfing through http://iwastesomuchtime.com while the pile of work was left untouched at the side. Alas, regret is not the best motivator, as I have experienced. Regret is a self-propagating beast which brings about much sadness without engendering any behavioural improvement, leading to more sadness. And because I was sad, I continued my noble quest to devour and hoard every joke online.

I never cease to amaze myself how I fail to do the things I should be doing.(the right thing is usually studying) Indeed, I was horrified to find out that sometimes, I go out of my way to fail. Study late at night? Nah that's bad for my health. Watching Southpark? Sure, all work and no play makes jack a dull boy. Read stupid online news? Yea of course my mum always told me current affairs are important. In such situations, my powers of self-deception are considerable. I am at the guru level for self-deception. On a sidenote, self-deception is also an important key to the door of happiness.

I have tried improving myself. Like many, I've made promises that 'I will work harder next semester', only to find out that really, every semester is the same. If deductions are made for the time I've been reading random articles online, checking out the SingaporePools odds, enjoying long lunches, having afternoon naps, etc, I've actually been working pretty darn hard. And then the source of the problem dawns on me. Not that I want to shift the blame la, but other people have been working harder. That's it. Other people are the problem. Let's talk about them now.

The library is where honest people go. They admit that they have a problem concentrating on studies, and they head for the quiet refuge of the library, where as in a drug rehabilitation centre, old habits are curtailed in a sterile environment and cold turkey is served.(if the school cafe doesn't yet serve it, it should) The theory goes that the pressure of seeing everyone else study is sufficient to make one do the same. But I want to smoke my weed. Rehab? Nah life is short, you know, got to enjoy it. I am also seduced by the flights of fantasy that take me places when I'm distracted. And taking these flights is how my imagination and creativity develop. I believe it because that is what I want to believe. I delude myself.   

And I am not the only one. iwastesomuchtime.com is a popular website. People who can justify wasting their time are clearly self-delusional. Regardless, my regret and my hunt for online entertainment continues. But the most prescient and comforting quote also came from the said time-wasting website. It is the title of this article. You can't believe how much I wish it's true.