We’re lazy

I should just admit to them that I’m truly a moron by heart and by deed. That what I really aspire to is to sell hotcakes in Bangkok where everything is pleasantly spicy. That I might never progress as an average worker because me and the average 9-year old have the exact same set of ambitions, both in scope and intensity. Me and the nine-year old, we’re not even sure what we really truly want, except to sleep for hours, undisturbed.  And not face computer monitors except to facebook, para magpa-cool. What would get Us busy is to think about the best, most attention-grabbing status messages with which we’d immediately comment back should anyone find the need to actually give us the attention we crave. We’d spend hours blogging, we’d take our pagpapa-cool a step higher because we are at least aware that there is only so much time and devotion we could expend on facebooking and status-updating. We’d definitely feel the need to compose long essays about books that caught our fancies. We may be lazy but we’d read a lot.