Itís like a wave of inertia washing over
me in undulating, soporific waves. Itís like gazing for ten
whole lazy minutes at a sleeping koala thatís 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. Thatís 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 thereís 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 weíre 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
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; thatís 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?
Ha. Weíre all such silly kids.