Confessions of a Lazy Girl

To start with, I am not guilty as charged. I am not a lazy girl. It is just that I delay a few things to indefinite sometimes. And when I do that my world seems a pleasant place and I feel immense peace and joy like I am adding additional years to my expectancy. Everybody does that with maybe a few exceptions like my mother but we all are the victims of this temptation. The truth is we all prioritize our work on a scale of laziness. Some works are on high risk like eating, partying, sleeping and some are low risk jobs like washing clothes, doing the dishes, cooking etc.  I don’t think anybody would disagree on that. I mean our life is not a military school and I am certainly not nuts like Sheldon Cooper (courtesy: The Big Bang Theory).

Indolence is a subjective approach. We need a panoramic study with proper analysis subject to sample reports before making any conclusion. The initial determined sample size was 20 but astoundingly I had to decrease it from 20 to 2 because of the obvious reason. My conclusion after all the research was that laziness is no disease, disorder as others especially elders assign it as. It is a matter of choice. It is the easy decision to choose between comfort and labor. After a tedious long flight, anybody would prefer to recline on the bed than unpacking.  Similarly ordering pizza on phone seems like a meal in the paradise when compared to doing the dishes, cooking and then again doing the dishes.

Laziness to me is no joke, I take it very seriously. It is always a well calculated risk. Ironic as it may seem to some but there are some very logical auxiliaries attached to it. When I delay washing my clothes for two weeks, I get the coveted opportunity to shop new ones. Similarly when I delay in restocking daily use products like fruits, grocery or toiletries, I borrow it from my roommate and I save some penny. I don’t text I prefer calling any day and the sole reason for that is I get lazy by the idea of typing (even in touch Phones), thus I am not addicted to phones and chatting apps unlike other people of my age group.

I love winters. They are the best season of the entire year. One major reason why it is so dear to me is because they are the catalyst of indolence. They somehow offer the legal right to act lethargic.  They provide long nights and the company of alluring cozy blankets that synergize together to act as a major promoter of indolence.   

I think I have confessed enough and I am really feeling lazy to write more. So that’s it for the moment. Please take good care of yourself and have sweet dreams XOXO.