I typically don't have issues with procrastination (rather, I have issues sitting with work piled up to do), but I find that I am most productive when Cliff isn't around.
Again, having a better understanding of this comes from recently acknowledging I am the "quality time" type. I essentially stare at the wall, waiting, if Cliff is near me and engaged in something other than me. I would hate to be unavailable if he happened to stop and look up at me from his emails. That's how obsessed I am with undivided attention. I suppose part of the inclination grows from my profession as well, forsaking all distractions except, perhaps, a patient's body odor or audible cries from the office next door, in which case neither are things I can control.
Having said all that, when I'm alone, I'm able to get things done because I don't have him or anyone to give my undivided attention. I frantically clean, do the laundry, work out, do some writing, maybe do some light reading, prepare meals, and check off other necessary items on my weekly to-do list.
In the last year, I've been evaluating the time I have alone to myself. What do I need it for, and how is it that I can spend three days in my apartment without any desire to leave it and interact with human beings? But I've found that any moment I am with another human, I relinquish most, if not all my own needs. Doesn't my desire to be alone, then, make perfect sense?
