Tell us about a guilty pleasure. Tell us why you love it and are embarrassed by it. What makes it a pleasure? What makes it guilty?
Response:
My guilty pleasure is the act of procrastination. Although it may seem that no real good comes from procrastination, I will adamantly argue that some of my most interesting interactions over the course of the last several years have been a result of not doing homework. Interactions and photography, actually. Had I not had an impressive lack of will to do homework in high school, I would never have gotten as deeply taken by photography and Adobe Bridge/Photoshop as I currently am. Hell, I may not have ended up in the School of Art & Design. Of course, a sufficient level of guilt is associated with this ironically productive habit of mine, but the guilt generally only hits hard after the end of each school year when I am given an opportunity to reflect upon the amount of sleep I unnecessarily lost.
I find that the most rewarding part of the procrastination experience is the quality of the time leading up to doing homework. Considering that the entire habit is driven by a lack of interest in the homework itself, the level of intrigue present in whatever goes on during procrastination must be relatively high. Therefore, I must find ways to amuse myself which exceed whatever assignment inevitably awaits my attention. In this sense, whatever activity I come up with in that time is almost guaranteed to hold some weight in my life. Whether that weight is in fun or information depends on the night, but I can honestly say that most of my graphic design skills and knowledge of pop culture were a result of this. In this sense, my guilty pleasure is quite the pleasure. On the other hand, again, it is nothing but embarrassing to consider that a simple two page essay can take me up to four hours to complete. But alas, what’s a student of our modern century to do?
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