Mental equivalent of chewing gum

Written to me in sage advice by my eldest sibling:

Lazy. I said that word to myself about 20 times. Well, not really. About 5.

It sounds strange and I wonder who it is? To not want to do things? Well, we can't really not *do* anything, we're always doing something. Just sitting there we're breathing, our hearts beating, we're thinking stuff, adjusting our body, wiggling our toes. Sometimes Lazy's annoying room-mate, Boredom, stops by.

If we act like we're busy, he'll usually take the hint and leave. So basically Lazy, our crazy bud that our parents warned us not to associate with, tells us that we should not get caught up in all the "doing stuff", cause like, there's no end to it man. Where's the freedom in that? We should live our live by feeling, and if we have to do stuff, we should do stuff we feel like.

The results of his philosophy, the consequences of his advice, are immediately evident. It feel good. Usually in comparison to something we're doing this instead of that feel bad. Then it feel real good. But soon, too soon, it don't feel that good, so we look for something else.

We look around for our friend Lazy's hot girlfriend, Distraction. She walks in the room often and, of course, we just have to watch her. Then try to figure out what we were doing before, when she walks out. She knows she's messing with Lazy's head to, and just gives us both a wink and she's gone, until the next thing she remembers.

Sometimes Lazy's slow cousins, tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee drop by. They are stupid, but mildly amusing. So we watch them , talk to them, but not that seriously. We may learn some odd trivia on occasion, but usually when it leave, it was the mental equivalent of chewing gum. Felt kinda good, simulated something else, but no substance. And that could be a day or an evening with Lazy, and it can go on forever for some."


Kenji