As a child, I was a master of avoidance. My parents would ask me to do chores, but I'd find more pressing matters to attend to. Like watching the dust bunnies multiply under the couch.
My room was a shrine to procrastination, with stacks of unwritten papers, unplayed video games, and unironed socks. My mom would shake her head, but I'd just shrug and say, "I'm reorganizing."
Read about my favorite hobbies: collecting lint and watching paint dry
But don't just take my word for it, view my collection of procrastination trophies, awarded to me by my parents for outstanding achievements in doing nothing.