I’m fairly certain that my aversion to procrastination is training, not natural inclination. Just-in-Time manufacturing does not accommodate procrastination, even a little bit and test engineering, product development, and reliability assurance are no less tolerant of putting off the important stuff until it’s convenient. For the most part, those jobs were my career. Before that, I was in field service for several very different industries, as a technician, and while my bosses procrastinated constantly and foolishly, I had no time for anything but getting from one job to the next.
However, proactivity and alacrity suit my temperament better than pushing the boundaries of time and resources. I suspect the fact that I have little-to-no memory has edged me toward those traits, too. If I don’t do something when it occurs to me, odds are good that I’ll forget it entirely. I suspect the “hurry up and wait” syndrome that so many people complain about with their time in the military would have suited me fine, as long as I didn’t have to stand at attention while I waited. Once my own push to be somewhere on time is completed, I am quick to issue “at ease” orders to myself. My usual tactic for meeting someone for anything from coffee to a business transaction is to lay out everything I’ll need the night before, leave and arrive plenty early, find a place to sit where I can watch for whoever I’m meeting, and pull out my ebook and relax for a while. Without that space to myself, I won’t be ready to be “sociable” and I’ll miss out on the purpose of the meeting or get screwed, if it’s a business situation.
Ms. Day, for instance, is very different from me. We’ve often been reminded, by outside observers and ourselves, that I am compulsive and she is impulsive. Her “last things first” method of prioritizing cost her dozens of career opportunities, buried her in credit card debt for years, and often put her health and life in jeopardy as she could too often find a “good reason” to avoid seeking medical help. She would justify that tactic with the fact that, when she finally did seek help, it was an emergency. No, that doesn’t make sense to me, either.
A friend is my poster child for procrastination. From having to make a mad dash across airports and railroad stations to catch his connection at the last minute to waiting until the day he’s supposed to start a new job, several states away, before deciding to pack up his stuff to move, he can put off anything until a bit past the last minute. For the most part, he has an amazing ability to compartmentalize his personal problems from his procrastination. I, honestly, can’t find any evidence that he connects the two at all. And his personal problems are, to my perspective, are massive and terrifying. He is a 66-year-old electronics engineer with little-to-no savings or significant assets, no job security, and almost no personal relationships. He’s still working and his salary is a lot more than I ever earned when I was working, but he’s on short notice that his employment is coming to an end in December. As always, he will wait until he’s unemployed to get serious about what kind of employment comes next. He will wait until he is in his last week of his apartment rent before he starts looking for a place he can afford, which usually involves a short-term motel stay between more permanent situations. When his credit cards are almost maxed, he’ll stop eating every meal at restaurants and try cooking for himself. Most likely, when the housing situation becomes a crisis, he’ll panic-move his stuff into a storage facility: he is currently paying for several of those from past panic moves from California, Mississippi, Michigan, and Minnesota. Likewise, at work he puts off finishing his own assignments to “help” other engineers with theirs until his stuff is overdue, unacceptable, and causes his supervisor to move his projects to another engineer or several engineers. Obviously, that results in another panic job search.
This country is not unlike my friend. In 1976, 2000, 2008, and 2020, after an incompetent, corrupt Republican administration had driven the economy and federal government into the toilet and blown the national debt up into impossible numbers, American voters elected a Democrat to clean up the mess. Most of the American voters are representative of Isaac Asimov’s analysis, “Anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that ‘my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.’” Thanks to that fallacy, a little right-wing propaganda will erase what little experience and knowledge those voters have and replace it with myths and nonsense, i.e. their “ignorance.” After Reagan’s media regulation destruction, we’ve suffered a lot more than a “little right-wing propaganda” and, today, that’s about all our national billionaire-owned media represents. So, while some people cling to wild hopes that we’re going to turn this disaster around before it culminates in total American Empire collapse, I don’t think we’re anywhere near the moment when the “uninformed,” ignorant, illiterate goobers realize that they are what they are and turn over control to the few who have the knowledge to do some good.