What makes lazy? 🤨 - the Musings of Moko Bi

Hi. You may call me Moko Bi. These are my musings.

What is the anatomy of laziness?

• Is it simply refusing or lacking the ability to apply effort in anything (or something)?

• Does not having a ready drive or fortitude to overcome an inertia constitute laziness?

• Is the fear of failure a sign laziness?

• Is procrastinating a sign of laziness?

• Is the fear of failure leading to procrastination a sign of definite laziness?

• Is a so called “writers block” a sign of laziness?

• Is the stereotypical couch potato an accurate depiction of laziness?

Hmmm, well I am afflicted with all these at different times in various scenarios. So am I inherently lazy?

Is laziness an artificial construct ? Or perhaps is it a bio-socio mechanism baked into the makeup of -Sapiens Sapiens? If so, is it even a malady then?

Maybe it should be considered a defense mechanism against doing something you don’t want to do for whatever your reasoning is, however unreasonable?

Here is the thing though, however lazy I feel - defined by any one of the characteristics previously listed - I am able to help solve someone else’s ‘laziness’ - I guess i have no problem motivating others, cheering them on, helping them find a way, whereas I am utterly unable to help myself.

Does it mean I enjoy my own misery, whereas I enjoying helping others out of theirs?

On the contrary when I find passions or causes that inflame me, I can be dogged in my pursuit, which seems very much contradictory to my laziness caricature I have painted.

As I exist this in the very moment - in Agbεinaa (commencing of the raining season - month of May) I know and feel I have so much on my to do list. I have low hanging fruits I know I could do and get some measure of traction and satisfaction, which I could in turn take forward to tackle the other items on my list. BUT the truth is I am incapacitated by ‘stuff’ on the list that I know I have to deal with, and I am filled with dread to deal with those items because their nature will challenge my OCD. The longer I procrastinate, the longer the time factor bears tighter on me and squeezes me into more ineffectiveness and stagnation.

When there are items on my list to be done for others, and with no choice but to find a way around my OCD, It becomes an exercise of unpleasantness with lots of grinning and bearing.

One of my coping mechanisms before I take off doing a task - I make sure I have lots and lots of runway to do my adequate taxing - prior to lift off. I guess that’s another of way saying I need a lot of mental preparation, acclimatization and visualization to eventually get going. Like I have said previously - I have lost most sense of spontaneity.

“Is laziness an artificial construct ? Or perhaps is it a bio-socio mechanism baked into the makeup of -Sapiens Sapiens? If so, is it even a malady then?”

So how do I end up overcoming my ‘laziness’? Well, I simply walk out of it. Well, first I have to decide if the task at hand is worth all the anguish that I feel - which is at best, a subjective decision making process - if the juice is not worth the squeeze - I simply stew in my laziness and run out the clock with inaction. On the flip, if it’s something that must be done, then I have to figure out how to grin and bear - I usually break up the task into very little bits, essentially making each task menial. This helps to block out the big picture which typically has the complexity and murkiness that triggers the anguish that I feel.

Each menial task in itself may not be fulfilling, but when I piece together all the completed menial tasks and the big picture emerges like a completed jigsaw puzzle - well, that’s worth a big tick no matter how small the check box.

Of course sometimes the unexpected happens which throws a wrench in my meticulously sequenced take off plans. Needless to say unanticipated disruptions does little for my OCD.

Recently, after several weeks of mental preparation, acclimatization and visualization to transport some items from point A to B. I had finally sequenced my plan with the requisite runway length for take off - and a match in mental health and energy had been aligned with physical health and energy. Yep - this is the Rubik’s cube that I typically have to solve for items that are out of my OCD limitations.

So on the eve of my planned take off, I was completing my pre-departure check list and readying the payload and support equipment for transport. I would imagine this not very dissimilar to what any good rocket organization does when launching for the stars 🙂 - Anyway, so as I begin to fuel one support equipment for transport, I discover the fuel line is broken.

Needless to say the transport activity was scrapped, awaiting parts and repairs. BUT you can imagine my anguish and deflation from the moment of discovery and my eventually coming to terms that all the previous prep energy had gone to waste and I will have to repeat this process again.

Now I am not pretending to know what space crews feel when their launch is scraped, but lets just say it’s disappointing to say the least.😏

Do I think -Sapiens Sapiens are inherently lazy? NO. Laziness is probably just a case of the unavailability of the needed effort to carry out a task, probably because it’s the wrong task and perhaps being done at the wrong time. More importantly is probably because the donor of the energy required is not interested or invested in the activity. Perhaps it’s an issue of motivation, or perhaps a defense mechanism on the part of the energy donor.

With all this said…

Do you ever feel that whenever you are about to - get ahead - breakthrough, then some force of nature conspires against you?

How else do I explain this… - after having a relatively good day… after not seeking perfection… and then getting some decent news that checks off a major to do list item. I then settle down and turn in for the night… BUT then I am awoken and kept awake by an unexpected toothache and in my grimace I realize I am being discreetly chewed by ants - on and off - infrequent bites, just enough to keep you from meaningful sleep. Now this is happening in the context of my new self knowledge that inadequate rests leads to all sorts of bad for me.

So is this nature’s attempt to restore balance to my pre determined fate? Or a creator architect reminding me of the frailty of my human existence? Or this is just straight up sorcery from my hometown?

Evolution, creationism, fate, and perhaps even magic?

Well that’s a whole other muse! 🤓

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