Nov 27, 2006 06:53
from a book i'm reading:
The need to do something can kill you.
You walk into work Monday morning, they're all over you.
"How was your weekend?"
"Have a good weekend?"
"what'd you do with the weekend?"
"Do anything good?"
What the hell could I do that's interesting enough to withstand that kind of pounding? It's a weekend, two days off. How good is it supposed to be?
But they bombard you with How-was-your-weekends, and I feel this great pressure to have had a great weekend. For them.
"I went skiing, let's say. Would that be enough for you?"
This is what they're looking for. Some kind of action verb.
"We went harpooning. British Columbia."
"We ran a test launch for the space shuttle, alright? Stop grilling me, I tell you!"
Because, invariably, what you do is - nothing. You hang around the house. Read the paper. Take a succession of naps. And even then, people try to make it sound like more.
"So you relaxed? Took a little R & R?"
"I didn't say I relaxed. I didn't 'R' or 'R'. I just did nothing."
And for me, that is a great weekend. Doing nothing.
(emphasis mine)