Procrastination and the Faux-hawks

September 26, 2008 · Filed Under Contest, Ranting, mo30dc2008 

pro·cras·ti·nate
[proh-kras-tuh-neyt]
–verb (used without object)
1. To defer action; delay: to procrastinate until an opportunity is lost.
–verb (used with object)
2. To put off till another day or time; defer; delay.

WHY do I put things off so long? Hey, that was supposed to be rhetorical.

But seriously, I do it all the time and it just makes no sense. I like to consider myself a slacker, but at the same time, I like to think that I can get things done when they need to get done. So why is it, exactly, that I can’t seem to go to the doctor’s office when I first realize I need to? Instead, I put it off until I’m at the point where it’s a toss up between doctor’s office visit and emergency room.

Current situation: Rock Band Injury.
Stop laughing. It’s not funny. OK, it is funny, but can you hold your laughing until I’m not arround? It’s only polite.

I was playing Rock Band 2 the day it came out and I was kicking ass on some drums. However, I was playing drums on both hard and expert modes which means there is a LOT of foot pedal involved. The shorts I was wearing let my wallet rest below my butt cheek. When I sat down behind the drum kit, the wallet was under me, but still, no concern.

The following day I notice that my leg is a little bit sore. The day after was even worse. Rather than doing anything about it, I simply ignored it thinking the problem would go away on it’s own. Once again, I was wrong.

Yesterday I gave my massage therapist a call and asked if he’d come over to see if he could help massage the issue away. I explained the cause and effect and instead of saying, “Sure, I’ll rush right over”, he says, “Go see a Doctor… Tomorrow!” He’s a genius, why didn’t I think of that.

I went to the doctor today and he thinks I may have a touch of Bursitis. He gave me some samples of some anti-inflammatory drugs and sent me on my way. Had I not procrastinated for nearly 2 weeks, I’ll bet I’d be all better by now. Instead I have to worry that I’ll be fine in time for our drip to Disneyland next weekend.

Oh yeah, I mentioned faux-hawks, too, didn’t I?
For those who don’t know what a faux-hawk is a hair style worn by dudes who have a full time job that would frown upon them having an actual mohawk but want to look bad-ass when they hit the clubs. If you look it up in the dictionary, you may find it right next to the descriptions for “popped collar” and “douchebag.” While these three things don’t always go together, it’s amazing how many times they do.

Tonight we went to see the Foo Fighters in concert. They were fantastic. However, I could not get over the amount of faux-hawks in the crowd. I’m a big fan of the Foo, but never realized that they had become the Band De Jure for the faux-hawk faithful. I felt seriously inadequate being around such a collection. Am I not a true fan if I don’t have a faux-hawk or popped collar? To make sure I fit in, whenever possible I tried to be a douchebag to make up for my follicular shortcomings.

I hope I don’t need to turn in my fan club membership card if I’m found out.

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