On Idling

“You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I’ve done it before. Never underestimate my ability to idle.”

“You have, and I would never, for it is legendary, but let me rephrase: while you’re certainly able to sit there all day, you shouldn’t.”

“And why not? It is the summer.”

“What does that have to do with it?”

“It means I’m on vacation, of course.”

“That just means you have more free time to do anything you’d like.”

“Exactly.”

“…Wait, I’m not sure we’re on the same page here. If you agree that you have more free time, then why do you disagree that you should do something with it?”

“I am doing something with it: nothing.”

“I’m not sure that doing nothing is different from not doing anything.”

“Semantics, my dear.”

“In any case, when you weren’t on vacation and you were done with your work for the day, you would idle. Why not go for a change of pace now?”

“Ah, but in that case I would idle because I needed rest and relaxation. Now I idle because I can. The former was a necessity, the latter is a luxury. You see?”

“Laziness by choice instead of necessity.”

“Precisely.”

“I should have known from the start my endeavor was hopeless. Well, if you do decide to rejoin humanity, give me a call.”

“If the phone is not too far away.”