by Netherrealmer » 27 May 2025, 09:33
Sometimes It’s Not Lazy to Just Laze Around
(Or: How Doing Nothing Might Save You from a Full-Blown Mental Meltdown)
In a world that worships productivity like a golden calf, resting is treated like blasphemy. If you're not grinding, hustling, or "rising and grinding," are you even alive? According to society, if you're not working 12 hours a day and training for a triathlon on your lunch break, you might as well be dead weight. But here's a little secret they don’t want you to know: sometimes, it's not lazy to just laze around. Sometimes, lying motionless on the couch like a starfish in a coma is exactly what your brain and body need to avoid spontaneously combusting.
Let’s be honest: most of us are chronically overworked, underslept, and one bad email away from an existential crisis. So when you wake up feeling like you've been hit by a truck full of unpaid bills, and all you want to do is stay in bed like a Victorian woman recovering from “the vapors,” maybe that's your body’s polite way of screaming, “Hey buddy, we’re dying here.”
We tend to ignore the signs—those subtle hints like muscle fatigue, emotional numbness, or the fact that you've started crying every time you see a dog commercial. That’s not laziness. That’s your body waving a white flag before it quits and leaves you wandering around Target in pajama pants, whispering your social security number to a can of soup.
Rest isn't the enemy; it’s the emergency brake before you crash into the wall of burnout going 90 mph. There’s a vast, important difference between being lazy and being exhausted. Laziness is choosing Netflix over responsibility for the 37th day in a row. Exhaustion is your body trying to stage a coup because it's been run like a sweatshop in a coal mine.
People talk about self-care like it’s a luxury—spa days, overpriced candles, and smoothies with ingredients you can’t pronounce. But real self-care? Sometimes it’s just letting yourself lie face-down on the floor for an hour while the ceiling fan spins existential dread into the air. And that’s okay. That’s healing.
This modern obsession with always being “on” is a trap. Capitalism wants you to feel guilty for resting because well-rested people might start asking questions like, “Why am I working myself to death so Jeff Bezos can buy another yacht?” The moment you start valuing your well-being over your productivity, you become a little less controllable—and a lot more human.
We only get one body (unless you believe in reincarnation, in which case, maybe your next one will come with less back pain). This one has to carry you through everything: work, relationships, your inevitable quarter-life crisis. If you treat it like a machine, don’t be surprised when it blue-screens mid-sentence.
So go ahead—take that nap. Stare at the wall. Watch garbage TV and let your brain dribble out your ears for a few hours. If anyone calls you lazy, just smile and tell them you’re practicing radical self-preservation. Because sometimes, doing absolutely nothing is the most productive—and most rebellious—thing you can do.
Rest isn’t laziness. It’s love in action. Or at the very least, it’s you not dying early from stress-induced spontaneous combustion. Either way, it’s a win.
Sometimes It’s Not Lazy to Just Laze Around
(Or: How Doing Nothing Might Save You from a Full-Blown Mental Meltdown)
In a world that worships productivity like a golden calf, resting is treated like blasphemy. If you're not grinding, hustling, or "rising and grinding," are you even alive? According to society, if you're not working 12 hours a day and training for a triathlon on your lunch break, you might as well be dead weight. But here's a little secret they don’t want you to know: sometimes, it's not lazy to just laze around. Sometimes, lying motionless on the couch like a starfish in a coma is exactly what your brain and body need to avoid spontaneously combusting.
Let’s be honest: most of us are chronically overworked, underslept, and one bad email away from an existential crisis. So when you wake up feeling like you've been hit by a truck full of unpaid bills, and all you want to do is stay in bed like a Victorian woman recovering from “the vapors,” maybe that's your body’s polite way of screaming, “Hey buddy, we’re dying here.”
We tend to ignore the signs—those subtle hints like muscle fatigue, emotional numbness, or the fact that you've started crying every time you see a dog commercial. That’s not laziness. That’s your body waving a white flag before it quits and leaves you wandering around Target in pajama pants, whispering your social security number to a can of soup.
Rest isn't the enemy; it’s the emergency brake before you crash into the wall of burnout going 90 mph. There’s a vast, important difference between being lazy and being exhausted. Laziness is choosing Netflix over responsibility for the 37th day in a row. Exhaustion is your body trying to stage a coup because it's been run like a sweatshop in a coal mine.
People talk about self-care like it’s a luxury—spa days, overpriced candles, and smoothies with ingredients you can’t pronounce. But real self-care? Sometimes it’s just letting yourself lie face-down on the floor for an hour while the ceiling fan spins existential dread into the air. And that’s okay. That’s healing.
This modern obsession with always being “on” is a trap. Capitalism wants you to feel guilty for resting because well-rested people might start asking questions like, “Why am I working myself to death so Jeff Bezos can buy another yacht?” The moment you start valuing your well-being over your productivity, you become a little less controllable—and a lot more human.
We only get one body (unless you believe in reincarnation, in which case, maybe your next one will come with less back pain). This one has to carry you through everything: work, relationships, your inevitable quarter-life crisis. If you treat it like a machine, don’t be surprised when it blue-screens mid-sentence.
So go ahead—take that nap. Stare at the wall. Watch garbage TV and let your brain dribble out your ears for a few hours. If anyone calls you lazy, just smile and tell them you’re practicing radical self-preservation. Because sometimes, doing absolutely nothing is the most productive—and most rebellious—thing you can do.
Rest isn’t laziness. It’s love in action. Or at the very least, it’s you not dying early from stress-induced spontaneous combustion. Either way, it’s a win.