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3月10日 How Lazy Could I be Today and Still be "Healthy"?... So I was chatting with Howard at work yesterday about how lazy I wanted to be this weekend. He is probably going boarding before all chance of it melts away. But I was thinking that it would be nice today if I never got out of bed. Lynda had to work today, so it'd be a perfect chance to just lay around. Initially I thought: don't get dressed, don't make your way to the shower, just lay around and watch TV, or finish the book I've been reading. Then I started thinking of pushing the envelop on lazy. Could I actually push not getting out of bed. For how long. Should I try and view "not getting out of bed" as a pure experience, where getting up to get a drink of water would taint the purity of the exercise? Or should I count short excursions off of the mattress as "breaks"? Going with the exercise of pushing the limits I found myself pondering the pure route. I could yell a few times and convince my 1st grader to grab me a bottle of water. Although yelling for him would constitute exertion. So I could just wait for him to come by in one of his trips to show me a lego creation or tell me about a Pokemon he is dreaming up, and then ask him for water and maybe a Twinkie or Oreo. That would work. Then the notion of getting rid of the water, and even worse, getting rid of the snacks hit me. I remembered a few people I knew, who back in a common learning environment in the late 80's - early 90's had a different, but oddly overlapping exercise in lazyiness. They didn't just ponder theirs, they ran the experiment - full lab style. The conditions of their lab was that they were going to watch a game, I believe it was the SuperBowl. They deciced to set up coolers, bags of food, etc. so they'd never have to leave the couch. They pushed the limits and decided to never leave the couch - meaning no bathroom breaks. They got some Depends, wrapped up and just pissed themsleves when the need arised. One shitted himself. Another broke down and took his dump in an actual bathroom. He was taunted by the others, but in the long run redeemed himself with those on the outside of the grand experiment. I might consider pissing myself. It'd just be a warm feeling, right? Sure, I'd be disgusted later as I untapped and got into the shower, but it could be doable. But I could not argue neither my brain nor my pride into accepting the act of crapping in my drawers, nor laying on top of that stinking mound. So no need to go get any adult Huggies, it aint gonna happen. I was so disgusted by the image of it that I decided I would not even lay in bed today. I feared that even going through this mental exercise meant that I had already crossed the threshold of laziness into being pure slothful. Not to mention that has to be unhealthy even for a day! So I'll be lazy today. But, I'll put on an old comfy shirt; I'll get my own water - I even had breakfast shortly before noon. And I'll take it easy and work slowly on an oil painting. And, I'll only go lay in bed here and there and read a chapter or two inbetween doing some other things. To be sure though, I will try and avoid any hint of a chore! Did I sell out? Part of me feels like I woosed out on my own "great experiment", but in the long run, OK, even the short run I am happy that I didn't go down that road. That's the end of this blog entry: if I write anymore I might slip out of laziness and into something more productive, and I am not THAT much of a quiter! |
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