My favorite thing to do is Nothing. In fact I dearly love doing Nothing. I not only accept this character trait of mine, I relish it. I don't feel guilty about it, and I don't apologize for it. In fact, I believe it to be one of my best qualities.
The problem is, I am married to a man who has to do Something every minute of his waking life. If he is not doing Something he becomes irritable and pugnacious, and since I am usually right there doing Nothing, I'm the one who bears the brunt of his irritability and pugnaciousness. Then suddenly I am doing Something. I'm arguing with my husband, whose favorite way to begin a conversation is, "For the sake of argument..."
If you are a do-Nothing person, embrace it. You earned it -- after all, you survived nine months in the womb, which many millions do not, and made the treacherous trip through the birth canal. Nobody said you have to be doing Something every minute in order to justify your existence and believe me, there will be plenty of inescapable moments where you will be forced to do Something in your life, like jump into a swimming pool to save a drowning child, walk a dog in a blizzard, bake a birthday cake in the shape of a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, go hiking, work out at a gym, etc.
FYI, watching TV or playing with your phone do not count as doing Nothing. I'm talking navel-gazing, staring-into-space Nothing.
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