I was going to blog about procrastination on Tuesday, but I'm just getting to it today.

My postal carrier hates me. That's a pretty strong word. Okay, my mailman loathes me. We have already discussed some of my lazy tendencies, but this topic is better described as procrastination. For all intensive purposes, I check my mail about three to four times a year. It's really not me being lazy, the mailbox is just steps away. For the most part, I just really don't see the point. I know basically what's inside that box, and with a few exceptions, I don't really want the contents. It's junk. I pay my bills online, so no worries there. Let's face it, people really don't write letters too often these days, opting more often for texting or email. And of course, the overwhelming majority of what's in my mail is, junk. Now, I will admit that I may have missed a party/shower etc, if I wasn't alerted to watch for the invitation...and that's not a good thing, but about every four months I make the short trek to retrieve the massive amounts of nothingness. I have opened it up expecting the usual avalanche of paper, only to find a curt note from my mail carrier, explaining that my mail has been confiscated and must be picked up at the post office. That was January, it's still there. Like I said, he isn't fond of me. I don't blame him. There are times when I know I'm not someone's cup of tea and I always analyze the reasons they might have. I must admit that at times, I just go ahead and assume that they must have some sort of problem...I'm so easy to love! Right?! Ah, the tales we tell ourselves. With my postman, I feel no obsession to figure out why he doesn't like me. I know the reason and don't feel the need to change. I will be one of those people with a woulda, shoulda, coulda story. I'll receive a time sensitive offer of millions, or the like. I'll read it three months too late and then...it'll be yet another life lesson learned. That'll show me. I was thinking about going down right now to pick up my mail, but it will still be there waiting for me tomorrow. Why do today, what you can put off until tomorrow...or next month?