Librocubicularist: Noun. A person who reads in bed.
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Un-productivity is any functioning object's downfall. If it doesn't work--if it doesn't progress--than it's worthless. Even water goes bad when it stays still for too long. Stagnant. 677Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnOZMmnNEc8
This is to say that if one feels purposeless, how can they happily go about their day? True, business can be overwhelming, but doing absolutely nothing for forever is equally underwhelming. Relaxing is good, decompressing is good, but movement is always, eventually, needed.
I lie on the side of doing nothing for too long. My days consists of, if not school-work, leisurely writing, drawing, or sitting around and watching T.V. While this isn't bad, I don't feel as if I've accomplished anything. When the day's over, I'm still not ready for it to be over. And this isn't like a kid after Christmas Day. I don't feel the dread of sleep due to my reluctance to see an amazing day end, no. Instead, I don't want to sleep because I feel as if my brain is itching to do something. To complete something. Hell, even to start something.
In these states of mental limbo, I find myself retreating to a book that'll help me escape my lack of productivity. If nothing else, at least I can seemingly experience a world where movement exists. Thus, I've found myself grounded in an interesting habit: reading in the evenings. Sometimes too late (or early, rather) to admit, stretching the clock well past midnight. Then finally, when sleep pulls my eyelids, I can close them while remembering an epic world where adventure and progress and productivity exist. 677Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMgpSfhfWOl
Although this sounds pathetic, I don't mean for it to be. In this attempt at honesty, I mean to show a side of life people often ignore. If my bedtime-reading is anything but the perfect example, we all ache for something great. And when life gets quiet and the day begins to end, if our reflecting cannot present any extravagance, we have nothing to lull us to sleep. In other words, we have nothing to reminisce about. So our mind presents us with anxious thoughts and wild connections that keep us laying awake for an endless moment.
To avoid this unenjoyable encounter, I find myself encountering an enjoyable book.
At least, that's why I read in bed.
This was a really fun contest idea, so thanks, Mona Doireann, for hosting. I'm excited to see the future entries! :)677Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2fwJpXyvVR
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