From the simple act of doing laundry or the tedious task of studying for an important exam, for me, it seems like an enormous undertaking. Normally, people can see a pile of dirty clothes or a mountain of textbooks and realize that it's time to do something about it. I, on the other hand, am far from normal and need a little push to get my lazy-ass in gear.
It's as if my mind thinks it has no motivation of its own. I realize my room is a mess...but no one is coming over this week, and I don't mind the sloppy, messy bed and disarray of makeup on the vanity dresser. Yes, I realize that I have only two pairs of underwear in my dresser, but am I going out anytime this week? Not really. However, when I'm invited to a dinner date, or family is coming over for company, I'm rushing to make everything look clean and organized, and showering because I haven't washed my hair in two days and need a good scrubbing. I hate to admit it, but here it is: I'm a closeted lazy person.
Well, to people like my siblings, parents, and boyfriend, they know that I'm extremely lazy. Annoyingly lazy. So lazy it's as if I have no arms or legs of my own, as my sister often states. I'm even too lazy to grab my phone, or get a bottle of water from the fridge when I'm literally at the dinner table. But when it comes to entertaining guests, or going out in public, I act like a total productive model citizen who doesn't dare let anything get dusty or smelly.
However, there are those rare, rare, days where I'm productive the entire day. I wake up, do the laundry, clean, organize the bathroom, do dishes, shave my legs, etc. the most tedious things to do in my opinion...and then I don't do any of that for another two weeks. It's as if I mentally reached my productive quota for the week.
This also happens when it comes to academics. In high school, studying the night before an exam, or minutes before a quiz usually got me an A, but college was a completely new ball game. It took me, well my entire freshmen year to get rid of the habit that things will automatically click with me within a day or lecture or a few hours of studying. No. Absolutely N-O. It honestly wasn't until the second semester of my sophomore year that I whipped my butt into shape and got good grades to compensate for the unnecessary C's in basic requirement classes.
It's my extreme and utter laziness that makes me even laugh at myself. Because although I acknowledge my laziness, I refuse to let anyone outside my close knit circle of family members and friends to know. But why? And why do I try so hard to pretend that I can do everything else perfectly? I guess it's that persona that makes me human.
So, to my fellow (secret) lazy people of the world, it's okay to be lazy. Because when the time comes around for you to work hard and be ready to tackle any problem, at least you've rested and retained a ton of energy after days of doing nothing.
