10 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.

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