Slothful urge to be unmoving.
I swear ,as I do most the time ,that once upon a time I didn't think this way ,so dull and gray is my way of thinking that if someone asked me an interesting question I'd just shrug and say ,"Yeah ,I don't think I care." If I ponder ,and I do so a lot then perhaps I'd try not to let my brain rot ,but I have this creeping suspicion that something else is to blame ,not the devil or God ,probably just my laziness that slothful urge to sit around and do nothing. Should I detest such thoughts ,nay for my thoughts are my own so I'd detest myself so I'll let it slide and justify it with a snarky answer such as ,"Would a narcissist hate his own reflection?" I'll try to do better ,lest the trouble come knocking on my door ,good old friends telling me to get up ,enjoy the day less you become nothing but an irritable git with a special kind of fit into societies cogs. I could shew them away ,alas they'd comeback to say the same old boring rubbish many a fool has tried to fight ,either with argume