I’ve always told myself that I was lazy because I chose to act this way.
It was sort of a defense mechanism that created a fantasy that I was actually a normal, productive human being who just so happened to want to act lethargic at this particular time. I read about or see people who are go-getters, who need to be doing something productive and fun at all moments of consciousness, and I would tell myself, “Yeah. I can be like that. I just choose not be like that.”
Imma up and call bullshit on myself.
For some innane reason, I’ve been loading activities onto my already busy schedule. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I’m going to the states in just a little over two months. I’d feel bad if I was just sitting at home masturbating reading a novel. All I know though, is that after a few days of volunteering, Muay Thai, working out, language exchanges, and meeting friends on top of my 9-5 schedule, I’m tired as BUTTS
Allah did NOT create everyone equally. He sprinkled a little extra cumin in some, he left some on the stove a skoch too much, and filled some with sugar and others with jalepenos. My point is that I feel I’m just made up of a few more dashes of Tryptophan than the rest of society.
Exhibit A - When I was six. In Tae Kwon Do. I would fall asleep on the twenty minute ride to the dojo. Right after the one hour class, I would again fall asleep on a bench in the locker room.
Exhibit B - During wrestling tournaments in high school, I would sleep in the gym bleachers while waiting for my turn to wrestle. My coach would wake me up five minutes before I was up. I would warm up, wrestle, finish, and promptly afterwards fall back asleep until my next match.
Lots of downsides.
A. I’d be a horrible groupmate during a zombie apocalypse. I imagine something like:
There coming up the south wall! Spray them with oil from the windows… light ‘em on fire! (from the other room) They’ve breached the kitchen! They’re about to break down the door!
Ahh! Who went up to get the swords and shotguns? Eric? OK good, he’s been up there for about fifteen minutes, he should have gathered them all by now! Thank God, maybe we have a chance….
<two minutes of intense fighting with nothing but a crow bar and the butt of a rifle>
(from the other room) Where the fuck is he? We can’t hold in here any longer!
GARRRHHHHHH. I’m bit! I’m bit! Fuck you, you fucking fucks BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! GAAAAAAAHHHghgthahrhhfhg.
<Meanwhile. Upstairs in the ammo room> zzz….
B. Any Jack Bauer type action sequences are completely out of the question
One upside:
A. I have THE MOST intense dreams ever. Every night.
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