The Importance of Being Idle
I have no work ethic. Never have. Other people are naturally industrious and feel the urge to work. Not me. Given half a chance, I’ll happily do absolutely nothing. Indeed, doing nothing is what I do best. So it follows, logically, that in the ideal society – the, dare I say, utopia – we’re all presumably aiming for, where a person’s role in life is determined by his or her unique talents and abilities, I shouldn’t really have to work at all. Really, there should be some kind of government slush fund set up for those of us who have no desire to work, so we can go about the serious business of having a bit of a think, making the occasional witty remark to no one in particular and watching telly. I mean, most of us are happy to donate a portion of our income to the less well off and the disadvantaged. Why not set a little aside for the genuinely bone idle too?
In fact, on reflection, I demand something be done about this!
At least, I would if I could be arsed.
