Laziness does not exist. And neither do lazy people. 

Laziness is a code word for a state where a person’s active principle has been repressed. This happens  to people who were castigated for showing any initiative or making any decisions on their own when they were children. People who consider themselves lazy are mistaken. They are not lazy. They are afraid. The memory of being stopped, shut up, punished for acting, for making their own choices, for thinking unsanctioned thoughts and wanting unsanctioned things paralyzes them. They find it easier to do nothing than to face the terror of doing anything.

When I see children who are pushed around by adults (“Sit down!”, “Get up!”, “Turn off the computer!”, “Go do your homework!”, “Stop doing this, you are making a mess”, “Put on a hat,” “Here is a schedule I made for you and here is a list of goals”), I know that 20, 30 and 40 years from now, these grown children will be sitting in front of the TV or a computer, incapable of getting up and doing the multitude of things they need to be doing.

Eleven students failed to show up for class because a baseball game kept them away.

This really hurt my feelings.

I hope their stupid team loses.

“I don’t think it makes sense for me to read your blog,” N says pensively. “Whenever I read it, I see the exact same stuff you tell me every day in person.”

“Wouldn’t it be kind of creepy if you went to the blog and discovered that you never heard any of it before?”

N thought about it and agreed that it’s better to hear the same story twice than to discover you are living with a stranger.

Does your partner read your blog or Facebook page?