I don’t want to do anything

Really.

I have this fantasy where one day I’ll just stop doing anything. I’ll just sit and relax my entire body and allow myself to stop doing anything at all. I’ll just sit there and live inside my own mind for awhile.

People would assume I was braindead or something, I guess. I’d get put into a home, but that would be just fine. Somebody would drag me to the toilet to shit, and they’d plant me in front of a TV or something, because that’s what they do with people who they can’t be bothered to watch.

And it would be fine. Someone would put food in my mouth and I’d drool and maybe swallow it if it wasn’t too much effort.

Is that kind of life really worth living? I think it would be. Why is doing something better than doing nothing? Seems like a question worth asking.

 

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