I’m a horrid procrastinator because I’m an egregiously obsessive perfectionist with a firm grasp on reality. I frequently refuse to reply to messages, not because I don’t want to talk, but because I don’t want to spend an hour precisely articulating a response.
Interestingly, I also happen to think it’s kind of hot when girls get huffy at being ignored… y’know, stomping their widdle feet and fweatening to take dere toys and go home! I find indignant cunts so fuckin’ precious… it’s like watching a puppy bark at a mirror, only the puppy is a chick, and I’m going to fuck her when she reaches Peak Pout.
So my character flaw frequently leads to amusement and erections. You can see, I’m sure, how this can become complicated.