The Wisdom of Procrastination

Often when we are compelled to be engaged in an activity of such nature which satisfies most people, those activities which the egalitarian agreeing majority all around us  find either stimulating or necessary, activities which appear to make them quite content as they occupy themselves en masse day in day out with these, we feel in ourselves a vague resistance born of boredom. It is as if vaguely in the background some monster of emptiness creeps upon us, as if some cloud of dull greyness comes over our mind, or as if we find ourselves in a desert where some full and vast sameness grabs a hold of us. Hence we delay these activities, lest our minds would become permanently incorporated, that we become part of a societal machine. An impressive machine which moves incessantly, but at the same time in despite of many claims which try to convince us otherwise appears to our mind to go nowhere, but running in circles of sameness, and in despite of its ceaseless activity appears to the faintly but consistently revolting mind to do nothing. Procrastination is the resistance of our spirit, its protest, its method to not become fully swallowed, impressed by the mighty impressive agreement, as if being taken over, it is the best of protest most people are currently capable of under forceful conditions presented as freedom.
Procrastinators should be warned that they will do best to not get into the hands of do-gooders who offer to help them out, as however well intentioned the latter maybe, they will inevitably make the procrastinator to be disciplined to fit into the march of the societal machine.