It gives me a two-way advantage:
First it gives me a pleasure to know that extreme addiction to one’s bed is more than just laziness, it’s a condition, and it’s called Clinomania. And I am Clinomaniac. Sounds better right? The hibernated feeling of guilt for being too lazy is gone and I already feel a little elevated in my position.
Second, when people around me tell me that I am just a plain old lazy person, I can answer right back on their faces: I am not lazy, I am suffering from Clinomania. The way most of them look at me tells me clearly that they have never heard of it. Their displeasure instantly transforms into concern, the underestimation gives away to overestimation and oh boy, how I smirk behind their backs.
So far for these two days I have been able to use this word successfully as oars to smoothly sail my boat of extreme laziness through all the normal hardships it has to go through.
As I look forward to many more such days, I thought of sharing this with you all, with the hope, you know, it might just come handy to someone who likes to be a couch potato, just like me!
Love,
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