I'm sitting here, pressing the letters of the keyboard , idly , lazily . Comforted by the fact that I dun have to mug for any mid yr exams or be at some stupid island blaming my stars for being confined in camp.

I always knew I had a lazy streak in me, but it was never apparent during my schooling days. Yes, I indulge in slacking sessions once in a while. But the Layz monster in me ,which had been pretty dormant, has awoken recently and become so big that it scares me. I hold my bladder so that I dun have to make so many trips to the toilet even though the toilet door is just behind me. I dun feel like going down for an exercise because I am lazy to put my clothes into the washing machine. I am lazy to step out of the house because I have to put on my shoes.

People like me have to be ordered around. I am lazy to check and correct my shitty engrish grammar. "Laziness casts into a deep sleep, and an idle man will suffer hunger. The sluggard buries his hand in the dish, but will not even bring it back to his mouth." Proverbs 19:15,24 . And i am the sluggard.


Of all the laziness, my fav is the laziness of comfort orientation -which is just trying to stay comfortable and cozy. Every time I lay on my bed, I will stretch for the sheer pleasure of seeing hearing and feeling my pajamas(?) slide against my legs and my legs against the bedsheets. I like the feeling. Of being a sybarite.

In the East, laziness often manifests as flopping down in the sun with one's cronies, drinking tea, and letting the days pass by. In the West, laziness will be lying on a beach enjoying the languor of a siesta or ensconced in a sofa flipping the channels with the remote control.
For lazy asses like me, we know that whether we flop or rush, and wherever on the globe we happen to be, the comfort-orientation brand of laziness is characterized by a profound ignoring. We look for oblivion: a life that doesn't hurt, a refuge from difficulty or self-doubt or edginess. We want a break from being ourselves, a break from the life that happens to be ours. So through laziness we look for spaciousness and relief; but finding what we seek is like drinking salt water, because our thirst for comfort and ease is insatiable.

As there is a great truth wrapped up in
``diligence,'' what a lie, on the other hand, lurks
at the root of our present use of the word
``indolence''! This is from ``in'' and ``doleo,''
not to grieve; and indolence is thus a state in
which we have no grief or pain; so that the word, as
we now employ it, seems to affirm that indulgence in
sloth and ease is that which would constitute for us
the absence of all pain. --Trench.