You know that feeling when you're staring down the barrel of something monumentally important—like, the blueprint for a career-defining sustainable housing project, due in a few hours—and instead, you're… reorganizing your ENTIRE digital filing system? I mean, I don't even—why? Why do we do that? It's almost a self-sabotage, isn't it? A pre-emptive strike against potential failure, or maybe just a desperate grab for control in a life that feels like it’s constantly slipping away, especially when you spend all day every day just… being a parent, then have these stolen hours, and you just squander them. It’s like a performative procrastination, and I genuinely don't understand the etiology of it, I just don't.