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I'm not lazy...really!

I'm not lazy, but I don't like to move a whole lot. I mean, if I'm doing something, I'll do it. I'm as active as the next guy, but if I'm sitting, I don't like to get up...even if I'm facing the wrong way.

If I'm talking to someone whose chair isn't quite facing me, I'll talk to the side of their head. If I sit down and realize the TV is angled wrong, I won't get up to adjust. I'll watch it like that. I'll sit there and wait until someone walks by and I'll ask them to move the TV.

Sometimes I may notice I'm sitting on something uncomfortable. I don't care. It could be a book or something...it doesn't bother me; certainly not enough to move.

I'm a big fan of sitting: I'll watch a show I'm not enjoying for 30 or 40 minutes because I don't feel like looking for the remote control. Forget about getting up to actually, physically change the channel on the TV itself....that stopped years ago.

Once, I was watching TV and I couldn't find the remote control. (I should preface this by saying I was really, really tired.)

Now, I sensed I was sitting on something hard that may very well have been the remote control, but I didn't have the energy to get up and confirm. (How sad is that? I didn't even have the drive to lean to one side. Even if just to dislodge an irratating piece of hardware from my person. I couldn't do it)

Finally, one of my children forcibly shoved me to one side and we found, not only the remote control, but a pair of scissors, a glove and an apple.

I then realized I am either (A) really, really remarkably lazy, or (B) I have no sensory receptors in my left buttock. Either way, it might be a problem.

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  1. This must be one of those irritating genes that we get from our uncle dilbert. I have that same problem, however I refuse to call it laziness... more like, sloth.

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