It’s like a wave of inertia washing over me in undulating, soporific waves. It’s like gazing for ten whole lazy minutes at a sleeping koala that’s hugging a branch softly and snoring gently. Or the sensation of staring at a paused movie and admiring every individual pixel on the buzzing television screen slowly.

Inertia. Pure physical fatigue and inertia. That’s what we all are feeling right now. Right now when we should be revving up for exams and the final push through the last six weeks.

But there’s a definite feeling of inactivity. Grades are locked as of April 7th for seniors, meaning that a general feeling of futility pervades the hallways and classrooms.

This is such a trial. Our minds are vapid pools of nothingness. We complain bitterly about everything like crusty old curmudgeons; like those old, cranky men who chase noisy kids off their lawns. It is almost as though the entire year was a gradual process of some diabolical scientist tipping an irritant onto us; only just now have we started to feel the intensity of the itch.

Here we try to rationalize and self-persuade ourselves into actual work. Try to convince ourselves that what we’re doing mattes. Try to tell ourselves that this year is special, this time will never come again, that minute that just passed is lost, etc, etc.

Right now I just feel guilty about not feeling guilty about not caring. Because really, inertia begets apathy.

Which is definitely the more malicious of the two, I think.

Anyway, this whole article is only further proof of this epidemic of apathy and inertia. Why else would I be complaining about complaining?! This is certainly the height of all complaints, because it persists longer than actual complaints even do; that’s the only reason that the complaints are now complaining about the act of complaining in general, not specific complaints.

Well, clearly a veritable outbreak has occurred, as we can all witness well in my last rather loopy sentence. The cure?