It was 10 minutes past seven, ten minutes past the time I usually leave office. I quickly refreshed my inbox once more incase I miss out on something important. Just when I was turning off my laptop I saw an old incomplete file interrupting the shutting down process. On clicking on it I remembered I have to submit this to a client the next morning. So I leaned forward till I was sitting on the edge and typed away as quickly as I could, to complete it before leaving. Once I was done I got up with a jolt looking for my phone expecting missed calls from my mother. I realised the time was now 8:45 pm.
I did end up submitting the client’s work on time but what also ended was the dinner with my cousins because I didn’t reach home on time. What ended was my friend’s expectation from me because that night after dinner she waited outside my house and I didn’t answer the phone because I was fast asleep. I woke up guilty but I knew it wasn’t going to influence my decision the next time either. For example tonight; I’ll come back home from work, exhausted after the traffic and the brainstorming session with my entire team. I will be too lazy to even bother removing my eye makeup. I’ll be too lazy to return my missed calls, I’ll be too lazy to wish my aunt ‘Happy Birthday’ because I’ll be contemplating whether to call her or message her. I’ll be too lazy to cook something fancy and invite my friends over. I’ll be too lazy to go on a date with that cute guy who was hitting on me at the gym.
On one hand my mother yells at me for not moving an inch from my bed and on the other she yells at me for not spending time at home. Last Sunday, she came to my room and nudged me to get up and do spring cleaning with her. That was the only day I got to read a book, call for pizza and watch non-sensical films. So I didn’t move an inch for a long long time and my mother went ballistic calling out to my father thinking I was probably dead. I was labelled lazy AF. The same mother would later runner her fingers down my hair and say ‘how hard do you work beta.’ My mother hasn’t made my life a paradox. Life is meant to be a paradox.
Lazy workaholism best describes our generation. We want to achieve our goals but we also want to hide behind the blanket folds. We want to pursue our passion but we are also in no mood to celebrate any occasion. We want to be able to travel in luxury but we also want to be left alone which is scary. With this, I would like to remind all our readers that balance is key. Tonight when I go back home from work, I will be in full spirit to hit the gym and meet up with my friends for or after dinner.