Here I am, being the king of my own lazy-self, who’s
comfortably welded in the couch, with the eagerness of moving any limbs
fading away gradually. That was such a thoughtful description for
something that can be easily described as ‘Pewe’.
I suppose I’m not the only one finding themselves in such condition oftenly, no? Yea you know what I’m talking about. Everything’s within your reach. The snacks, the pillows, that specific body organ that you can scratch……
Anyway.
The whole condition is stated above, and right now I’m succumbed to my phone including its internet service; enjoying myself. Then, with some extraordinary timing, my friend just sent me a text asking me to watch him go for a live interview on national television promoting his youth movement project. Douche.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to see him. But as the universe succeeded to conspire, right now the TV remote is being the equivalent of Star Wars’ galaxy: far far away.
Here I am, posting this yet still asking myself whether or not I have the energy to go. Does it worth detaching myself from this couch, putting on my pants, and get mobilized 50 centimeters to my right?
No, please don’t corner me using how there’s a child in Africa dying while I’m lazily contemplating this. The children in Africa is dying regardless what people are doing. Here’s the thing: For every ‘for every (noun) that you (verb), a child dies in Africa’ remark that you make, a child dies in Africa. Leave them out of this.
I know how to get to the decision. I’ll just tweet it. As I usually do. As where people usually get to when they need approvals or advices. I’ll ask the Twitterverse. Oh, wait! Probably I’ll just tweet it to my friend whom going on that live-interview myself. Yea, that can be more direct. That ought to settle it. That will.. Shit.
My battery’s running low. Gah. See how far internet and comfort can suck efficiencies out of us? I could’ve just changed the channel 10 minutes ago instead of posting this. All for the price of approvals. For the price of humanity. For price of African children. For the price of Tumblr post. For the price of a fuckin TV show. For the price of a remote.
For the price of putting on pants for a friend.
I suppose I’m not the only one finding themselves in such condition oftenly, no? Yea you know what I’m talking about. Everything’s within your reach. The snacks, the pillows, that specific body organ that you can scratch……
Anyway.
The whole condition is stated above, and right now I’m succumbed to my phone including its internet service; enjoying myself. Then, with some extraordinary timing, my friend just sent me a text asking me to watch him go for a live interview on national television promoting his youth movement project. Douche.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to see him. But as the universe succeeded to conspire, right now the TV remote is being the equivalent of Star Wars’ galaxy: far far away.
Here I am, posting this yet still asking myself whether or not I have the energy to go. Does it worth detaching myself from this couch, putting on my pants, and get mobilized 50 centimeters to my right?
No, please don’t corner me using how there’s a child in Africa dying while I’m lazily contemplating this. The children in Africa is dying regardless what people are doing. Here’s the thing: For every ‘for every (noun) that you (verb), a child dies in Africa’ remark that you make, a child dies in Africa. Leave them out of this.
I know how to get to the decision. I’ll just tweet it. As I usually do. As where people usually get to when they need approvals or advices. I’ll ask the Twitterverse. Oh, wait! Probably I’ll just tweet it to my friend whom going on that live-interview myself. Yea, that can be more direct. That ought to settle it. That will.. Shit.
My battery’s running low. Gah. See how far internet and comfort can suck efficiencies out of us? I could’ve just changed the channel 10 minutes ago instead of posting this. All for the price of approvals. For the price of humanity. For price of African children. For the price of Tumblr post. For the price of a fuckin TV show. For the price of a remote.
For the price of putting on pants for a friend.
