Productivity, Procrastination, and Pants

On this Saturday evening just past midnight, I am in a hyper productive mood.  I finished editing a chapter of my book today, prepared a writing submission, read half a book, cooked a healthy dinner AND washed the dishes (which I often neglect), and had a stellar dance party in my room that is continuing even as I write this.  I'm starting out this new year in a great way, you see, getting stuff done with no time to waste!  As I was getting down to work this evening though, or more likely, 'getting down' to a funky beat, I had a rather shocking revelation. 

The "Indoor Pants"

I have a pair of track pants that I purchased shortly after starting university approximately 10 years ago.  Any of my past and present housemates will likely recognize them as my "indoor pants", because I can often be seen wearing them on Saturdays about the house, cold evenings, and during horrendous hangovers.  These pants have rarely ventured outdoors for two reasons:  1. I bought them extra large for maximum comfort, which also means that they are so long they can entirely cover my feet (which outdoors would result in being dragged in snow or dust), and 2. They have a very large crotch hole.
Now, I know you'd think they have acquired this rent in the fabric due to frequent wear over the last ten years, but here is a secret:  They had a crotch hole when I bought them and I never bothered to take them back or mend the hole.
Another thing my friends will know is that I love mending things.  I do it all the time for myself and others.  In fact, do you have anything that needs mending?  I bet I can fix it!  And I have been meaning to mend the crotch hole in my "indoor pants" for 10 YEARS.  Every single time I've worn them I have thought, I should fix that hole... later. 
I've written extensively on here about my propensity to procrastinate.  In the end though, with everything else, I always get it done - I have written a book and I am almost finished my 3rd university degree, after all!  But I haven't mended my "indoor pants"! 
So, what does this mean?  Am I the best procrastinator of all time?  Or is it just that I haven't noticed that ten years have passed?  I'm guessing it's both.  But also, I have a theory:  perhaps by letting that one thing slide, by putting off this tiny task, I have tricked my brain into finishing everything else I've ever had to do because regardless I am still avoiding something.
As it is though, I think I'm going to leave the crotch hole alone.  It's simply a part of my "indoor pants" and a good reminder of the passage of time and our own mortality.

And now, dance party!  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuFJmf2DIfM  Robyn - "Time Machine"