Being Lazy

Hey,

so I’ve mentioned in the past that I can be very lazy (but also self-motivated and a perfectionist, go figure…). So I thought today I would delve, head first into my flaw of laziness.

Dishes. If I eat in my bedroom, I will leave the dishes by my bed, or couch until my mum harasses me to clean it. Eventually I will get motivated at 11pm to clean my room and it will get done, but if it wasn’t for that, and the fact that after a week it honestly makes me so angry to see, and trip over things that I will have no choice but to do it.

Hunger. If I need to eat, and there is nothing that is easily accessible, I will just not eat. All day. If there’s nothing in the fridge that I can grab, or snack in the cupboard, I will eat nothing. At all. Or perhaps even worse, I will only eat snack foods (chips, chocolate, etc), just because it doesn’t take any effort.

Making my bed. Getting into a made bed is one of the most satisfying things ever. However, I never make my bed. Ever. Yes I will put clean sheets on and swap the quilt cover, but I won’t fluff the pillows, or tuck in the quilt. Heck, I don’t even use a top (loose) sheet. I hate getting tangled up in them, because I tend to toss and turn a lot, so they are quite a hazard to my sleep.

Hiding things. If I’m tidying room (on the rare occasion), and I find a weird item that I don’t need, or have no idea what it is, or where it should go, I will throw it behind my desk, or couch. Hide it under my bed, throw it to the back of my cupboard. I want to take no responsibilities for those missing documents or single socks, because chances are they are in my room somewhere…

Objects. If I drop something, I will stare at it in the hopes that someone else will pick it up for me. If that doesn’t happen, if possible, I will pick it up with my feet. I will use my toes, like a freaking monkey, and pick it up with my foot. Why, I have no idea, and I sound like an absolute freak for it, but I’m lazy, so what?

Internet. The internet stops working? Turn the monitor off then on again right? Wrong. The monitor is in the living room. In other words, not reachable from my bed, or couch. Therefor, I shall disconnect my device from the wifi, then reconnect, hoping to god that it fixes it.

I’m going to stop before I crawl into a ball in the corner from shame… I’ll talk to you later,

Sapphire Xxx

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