Procrastination?

I am back. Something funny occurred but before that another funny thing happened and it is cracking me up. I continue, ten years later, to be called by a fomer customer of the old drug store. This woman is intelligent and truly troubled. Without really getting into it, and truly you would really have to experience it (the conversations and my skeptical view) to really understand where I am coming from here, but she has a seizure disorder and these forms of delusions and hallucinations. She was living on her own, but the medication she was on was causing her to sleep for about twenty hours a day. Oh yeah, she also smoked and could have potentially fallen asleep with a lit cigarette and burned down her building.

The building is city housing and given the age and level of maintenance I saw ten years ago, perhaps razing the buildings was in order. They were going to tear those apartments down and build condominiums until the city stepped in and screwed the whole deal, causing the bankruptcy of another customer. In the ensuing years, it proved to be a mistake as the apartments in the area continue to deteriorate. But I digress from the fun. Thanks for coming out.

Anyway, she still calls me from time to time. She ended up admitted to the Clarke or what ever the psychiatric hospital is. She was then released into a group type home where she could be monitored as it was not safe for her to live on her own. Now she goes through spates where she calls a lot (at least twice a day) and then it tapers to nothing for weeks. For ten years, she has been calling and eventually gets into the same loop of conversation. She asks about my wife and son, by name, my mother, my brother and sister, also by name, and others from the store.

She calls the other day and then asks about my siblings, Rona and Reggie. Now, my brother, whose name is Michael and whom she called by the correct name for ten years, is now Reggie. I do not know where the hell she got Reggie from but I think it is the funniest thing around. It is so out of left field that it could stick. She did this on Monday.

Needless to say, I call my brother to tell him his name is now Reggie and he says he prefers his given name of "Reginald". Now, I cannot stop calling him Reggie. We play basketball on Tuesday and I am calling him Reggie. The best is that on my way out, my son says "Tell my uncle, Reggie, I say hi.". I giggle my ass off every time I think of Reggie and I have no ass left, please help. This condition makes sitting very difficult and painful.

I was going to ask to be sent some ass, but like the shower from days earlier, I do not like how that sounds. I add it to let you know I was thinking of it, but I thought better of really exploring that dark avenue.

Now on to the real purpose of today's journey into my madness. I was tooling around the Internet and hit a site that had a link to a quiz "Are You a Procrastinator?". I decided to click the link later. I think that is the test. If you go right away to click the link, you are a real go-getter. If you do not, well then I think you have answered that question. It just cracked me up. Think about it. Just putting in the quiz link is the test for procrastination in and of itself. It was brilliantly simple.

It did get me thinking, though. The deep thought for the day is that we all, or most of us anyway, tend to procrastinate, at least at some time. (how is that for really broadening an idea to cover everything). It makes me think that there was some evolutionary basis for that behaviour or mind set. I wonder what purpose it serves or served. If anybody has an answer to that one, I would appreciate hearing it, later, if you get around to responding. All ideas will be considered and not laughed at, at least not that any of you would know of.

That is it for today, on behalf Reggie and myself, ciao.