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I once got home early. I didn't have lunch outside because I didn't have much money left because I used most of it to top-up my EZ-link card. But it didn't matter, I wasn't hungry until I got home.
You might wonder why I didn't withdraw money from like POSB or some shit. It's because I'm kind of a dinosaur and I don't trust machines that eat and spit out money. But anyway, I've always told myself and tried to live by the principle that if I'm unable to ration the money I have in my wallet for a week, then fuck it, I'll starve to remind myself to ration better next time.
So anyway, I got home and I was hungry. There were many options, like cook myself some noodles or grab some biscuits or eat some tits-bits, but I chose to enter my lair.
I kinda skipped lunch, and when I told my mum about it she scolded me. But really, no matter how hungry I am I'm too lazy to go to the kitchen to get food. It's just too far away and wardrobes are hard to swing open.
Have you heard of the story of 大饼? Well when my mum told me the story, it was about this boy who was so damned lazy he wouldn't feed himself. His mum had to feed him everyday, but once his mum had to leave town for a few days, so she prepared a huge biscuit that would sustain him for a protracted period of time until she returns, so at least he doesn't starve to death. I was a kid when my mum told me this, but I don't think they factored in stuff like dehydration. But I digress.
When the mother came home, she found that her son died of starvation. The same cake?biscuit? was hung around his neck, but only a small fraction of it was consumed, and that small fraction that was consumed was immediately in front of his mouth. The coroners came to the conclusion that it's because the son was too damned lazy to even flip the biscuit around so he can eat the other unconsumed parts.
My mum immediately identified me as such a son, and to be honest I can't quite disagree. There is one problem though, this laziness might not be such a bad thing.
For example, I might be more of a substance abuser if I were more enthusiastic about anything. Imagine this:
Scenario 1: I want to drink some of my liquor, but it's in the cabinet and I'd have to pour it into the cup and wash the cup afterwards.......naw too lazy I shall not drink.
Scenario 2: I want to smoke a stick, but the smoking point is so far away from my bunk and after I smoke I'd have to clean up so I don't smell too badly....naww too lazy I shall not smoke.
Scenario 3 (outfield): I want to smoke but I'd have to get down from the HIMARS.....forget it fuck this shit I shall just sit and read my book.
I guess a reduced level of enthusiasm is certainly inhibitory, but not necessarily evil.
That's why I don't think I can ever be a hardcore substance abuser, on the grounds that I'm so lazy that addiction has nothing on me. Maybe that's why my posts aren't so frequent now.
I wonder what killed me.
-- 9/15/2012 01:56:00 AM