Monday morning quarterbacks are almost always right. Those who choose to decide on Friday have a 50-50 chance of being wrong. If counting to ten before making a decision is good, wouldn’t counting to 20 be better? Many great ideas are thought up in bars and taverns while somewhat drunk and then acted upon without giving it another thought, often with disastrous results. A procrastinating drunk would have put the action off till another day, thereby leaving the world a better place.
On the internet I go by the handle, Armchair, and write a blog http://armchairmodelbuilders101.com .
I chose the name because that is where I sit when I think, write my blog, think, surf the net, think, and build my models. I originally called the blog Armchair Modeling, but got it loaded in with fashion and furniture. I more recently found out that being an “armchair modeler” is not about praise, but more of ridicule, all talk and no walk. That was the kick in the pants that I needed to move beyond thinking, and drive forward to defend my name, my honor, and the honor of all who think like me.
Those who strike while the iron is hot, often get burned. Procrastinators have few blisters or scars from such decisions. When fishing, you have to sometimes let the fish run, give him line, although an anxious angler might, instead, try to reel him in and thus break the line and loose the fish. Think about it.
Successful farmers are seldom procrastinators and lead driven lives following simple sayings, like, “Daylight’s burning!” or “Make hay while the sun shines.” My father, who farmed at the turn of the 20th century, used horses or mules, and said a good farmer would never overwork the animals, but give them a break to rest and drink. Modern equipment doesn’t need to rest and can work the farmer to death. Something else to think about.
Today we think that we are so smart, inventing this and that, to make it faster or better. Consider the telephone. You take your smart phone, look at the screen, press a few buttons and speak the name of the person you wish to talk to and you get connected. We had an even better device back in the 1940s when all you did was pick up the receiver, and without pressing any buttons a voice would ask you for a name or number. You simply spoke the name or number and you were connected or told they were busy. Some people even had such a relationship with the quizzing voice in the phone that they would even chat with it. Alexander Graham Bell would roll over in his grave.
The latest “improvement” in the automobile is the “driverless” car. You get in, sit down, buckle up, start the engine, and tell the car where you wish to go. Modern parents should think twice about letting their daughter go out with a boy who drives one. But again, we had a simpler system more than a hundred years ago, maybe a thousand. You simply hooked an “engine” to the front of your buggy or wagon and the engine’s computer brain would take you to town or back home with little or no effort on your part. I have talked with old men who were young boys during that time and they thought it was a great idea. I am sure a lot of drinking men also favored the system. Local milkmen used a similar device that kept their vehicle up with them on their rounds, all without a word on their part. And here is a fact, a procrastinator never puts the cart before the horse.
Procrastinators tend to favor a slower pace of life. You never see one running around like a chicken with its head cut off. When you have a party you won’t have to worry about them being early. If you pay them with a check there is no fear that the check will beat the money to the bank. All good attributes of good friends.
And finally a thought about love and world peace. Even the Bible tells us that there will be “wars and rumors of wars.” The saying seems to be true, history bears it out. Some wars went on for generations. I even know a protest song from WWI, “I didn’t raise my boy to be a soldier.” So here’s the point. How many wars can you think of that were started by a procrastinator? What if our leaders took a healthy bit of time to cool off and consider their actions, to stop and smell the roses, to look over the park and see young love blooming and children playing. But, to do this, they, and we, will have to get off the freeways with limited access, slow down and find the back roads with trees and fields and streams. Where we can smell the new mowed hay in all its slender, and clear our heads of gasoline fumes and electrical ozone.