My husband said “success is not for the lazy” but what if the thing that I’m really successful at is being lazy? I bet super-successful people never focus on succeeding in the field of laziness and so they don’t realize how hard it is. I assure you, it takes just as much commitment and time to be slothful as it does to be an astronaut.
We lazy people don’t do it for accolades or rewards. We do it because it’s what we do. We never get recognition for excelling in the field of laziness, probably because all the other people who are focused on laziness are too lazy to come up with a way to measure laziness. Which is fine because the truly lazy couldn’t be bothered to submit our laziness for judgement. We are industrious in our unindustriousness. (Spellcheck just informed me that “unindustriuous” isn’t a real word, but it refused to give me any suggestions or help, and I suspect that means that even Spellcheck has been inspired by my languorous example.)
I’m so good at being lazy I could do it in my sleep. Literally. In fact, sleep is when I do some of my best work. The only way I could get better at being lazy is if I were in a coma. Victor pointed out that I’d probably regret all this laziness when I’m old and on my deathbed but I don’t think he’s thought that through. Death is really just the highest level of laziness and it sort of means that my dying act will be my final masterpiece AND I DON’T EVEN HAVE TO WORK AT IT.
Then Victor said that he didn’t have any way to respond to this sort of “illogical ridiculousness” and flatly refused to debate it with me anymore.
And I think that’s just laziness.
I think the man has great potential.