Zero FOMO

I have a friend who, when they distributed the quota of deadly sins per person, was left blank for laziness. I got hers, mine, and someone else's. Definitely. She thinks I'm lazy and sends me the link to a podcast where they debate the political potential of laziness. She thinks I can relate. She asks me to listen. And, just reading her description, it makes me extremely... lazy. These are two women whose unbearable verbosity theorizes about ideas read to others about something that, I say, should be simpler: the right or the joy of doing nothing, of lying down and resting until we fall asleep. They have the tic of someone suffering from FOMO (the fear of missing out) and accuse the capitalist and labor system of a subjugation from which we can hardly escape. They end up stressing me out, and all I think is that it's impossible for these hosts to rest, due to sheer hyperactivity. I'm already sick just listening to their theories. Of course, work is alienating and the wages are rubbish, but at least we enjoy the rest.

A few years ago, I traveled with some colleagues. I would have stayed in that city for five days. I don't know how, but we ended up visiting the capitals of three different countries. In five days! It's not that I'm lazy, it's just that this is hell. And, of course, not a vacation. On the return flight, I said never again. On my last trip, I would get up, prepare a snack for everyone, and then lie down in bed to read. We could go out almost at dusk. A walk without too many breaks, and we'll see... Perfection. I'm the kind of person who arrives at the ticket office of a monument, is told there are no tickets, that tickets must be purchased in advance, and thinks it's no problem. I don't mind missing half of a city's must-sees if I end up lying on the grass in a park or chatting in a bar with a local. Zero FOMO.

My friend, despite being methodical and organized, is the perfect travel companion. Together, we've perfected that "doing nothing" habit without looking at the clock on a few trips. I write to her after listening to the podcast (with great effort), and she tells me she hoped I could relate. I don't believe her. She knows me too well not to know these nonsense would annoy me. I hope life has more trips in store for us to go on strike.