Lazy
The other day someone implied that I was lazy. I suppose a case could be made that I can be lazy but where on the continuum would I fall? For every time, as an adult, that I’ve been accused of being lazy there are a dozen times I’ve been accused of being a workaholic. That doesn’t compute particularly easily. Am I a lazy workaholic? I suppose I’ve been worse contradictions.
I’m not easy, that’s for sure. I’m uber busy in the summer and frugal and prone to SAD in the winter. But one thing I absolutely despise is people who conveniently have just the right combination of challenges that prevents them from doing for themselves. If this were the case by sheer willpower I’d find a way to break the cycle lest self loathing set in.
But how can that be a part of who I am? I lived by myself for 4 years so I had to do it all for myself. If I was lazy it was controlled, contained, and by choice. So all things being equal I don’t think I’d naturally tend towards laziness.
