The comfort of being idle.

So we meet again. . .

It’s 3am, while you frantically search for a receipt for a purchase made about 6 months ago.

Mundane, almost futile activity. Then again, its still better than sitting idle.

We dont live very harsh lives. By writing this, you have a working PC, an internet connection and a Twitter + Facebook account.

Compared to the rest of the country where a majority of people are still struggling to put a roof over their heads and afford two square meals, you’re already belonging to a privileged few by merely owning a computer. I’ve not even begun talking about the information superhighway.

Consider the things you could do with a computer AND the internet.

You could form a band and jam every week. Pick up programming. Fiddle around and get better at graphic design. Practice writing. Find more diverse genres of music. Learn a new language. Meet new people. Find the answers to every question you can think of, or better still, answers to questions that you cant even arrive at.

Instead, you’re starring at your Facebook page. Doing nothing.

Yes, nothing. Sharing links, “liking” photos, commenting on statuses. Looking for the ideal profile pic. Thinking about chatting up with a friend you havent spoken to since you passed out of school 5 years ago.

They arent activities, they’re illusions. And very well disguised ones at that.

The same goes for your Twitter feed. And Reddit’s front page. You’re not browsing the internet. You’re just being idle.

Since watching TV is too mainstream of an activity, you’ve decided to spend all your free time pouring into one of those bright rectangles that blink in order to peer into another person’s thoughts like a voyeur or publicly talk about how you think life is supposed to be.

Your life is a luxury by itself. You have the comfort of sitting idle. And you’re pretty well used to it. You could be writing a poem, or a song, or come up with a cool riff on the guitar.

Heck, you could’ve started searching for the damn receipt at an earlier date instead of having to be jolted by a stray cat amusing itself by pushing pots off ledges at 3am into doing something.

Being idle is a luxury. A luxury you dont want or need. It isnt useful. You’ll want to look back at this time remembering fun incidences and events.

And not want it to be convoluted and fuzzy because the mind generally phases out the parts where you do mundane, boring and repetitive tasks.

Like what?

 

Signed,

Your mind.

PS. I made you stay awake all night. Again. HAHAHA