I was a dire moments, but for the most part, I was just doing everything at the last minute because I knew I could probably still do well that way—so why not.
There was definitely an Instant Gratification Monkey1 in my head, but he was cute more than anything.
My Rational Decision-Maker, who never realized how much he had relied on the Panic Monster, began to have difficulties carrying out his plans.
With deadlines looming constantly, my Panic Monster2 was never fully asleep, and the monkey knew that while he could have some time at the wheel each day, he wasn’t the one in charge.
One day, high school ended, and so did my life as a somewhat normal-acting person. The assignments are big, with a lot of time between deadlines, and since you’re not a child anymore, classes don’t treat you like one—no one forces you to pace anything.
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The Rational Decision-Maker, the only member of the brain who sees the world clearly, was concerned—he knew that college assignments were a lot bigger than high school assignments, and that pacing was no longer something to scoff at, but a critical thing to do.
He’d put his foot down about social commitments when a deadline began to draw closer, but that wouldn’t solve the problem.
It was the perfect setup, I was brimming with excitement about music, and things were starting to move—when the weirdest thing happened.
Just when I was sure I had found myself, the monkey began soul searching.
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___________ Back in high school, if you had asked me if I was a procrastinator, I would have said yes.
I had figured out life, and I moved to LA to write movie scores.