While laziness may never be an attractive or enviable trait, there is a certain time and place for it. This time is ‘during university’ and this place is usually ‘your student accommodation’. My inner lazy trollop came out in full force during those three years. Although I went to lectures, went to the gym, attended poetry readings, read books, sat exams, wrote essays, went places and generally did things, I also took an intense joy in doing nothing at all, sometimes for days on end. I allowed myself to sack off the gym because I had nobody to walk there with, to skip a lecture because I didn’t want to write on that topic in the exam, to go to the canteen in my dressing gown and slippers because, well, if I hadn’t got dressed yet what was the point? Spending about 12 hours straight in front of the telly with a hangover was acceptable, funny, and even encouraged when one of my housemates hid my towel so I couldn’t shower and would have to stay and watch a film with her*.
Operation Stop Being Lazy commences today. I’m going to attempt the 30 Day Shred (as soon as I pluck up the courage to even take the dvd out of the box), de-clutter my room and do a variety of other things that non-lazy people do. Attend local events. Write things that aren’t blog posts and creepy short stories. Enter writing competitions. Send letters to people I’d like to be employed by. Paint the walls in the hallway** and sell my old clothes on eBay.
What else do non-lazy people do? Except work full-time jobs, go to the gym (I am too poor for a gym membership) and look after their children, etc.
Any ideas? Care to join me? Are you already non-lazy?
* Completely true story. I guess she loved me no matter how bad I smelt. Now that’s friendship.
** I haven’t discussed this with my parents so there’s a very good chance it won’t happen.