A few years ago I used to be the kind of person that would happily sit in the house for days on end, playing on the Sims 2, watching TV, reading mindless books and not communicating with the outside world. I was a cool kid. And I can remembered being bothered that it didn't bother me - I was perfectly content with this, though there was a little voice in my head that frequently told me I was a lazy-assed sad-act with no friends and bad eyesight.
Thesedays, however, I seem to have lost my ability to be a lazy-assed sad-act with no friends and bad eyesight. Nowadays, one day at home is fine, two is frustrating and three drives me absolutely crazy. I don't know why this change occurred and have to say that it would have been much easier (albeit less healthy and more embarrassing) if I'd just maintained my happy-to-be-lazy attitude. Now, if I don't get out of the house for a couple of days it puts me in an irrationally bad mood, meaning I argue with my family (possibly a subconscious attempt to make them KICK me out of the house...) and storm off to my bedroom, the sight of which - by this point - usually makes me feel slightly ill.
The irritation is that laziness inspires laziness - because I've been doing nothing, the thought of any (gasp) actual physical exercise becomes less and less appealing. Not that it was ever THAT appealing... So I could see my friends, but I can't be bothered to get to their houses, I could do some increasingly necessary jobs but I'm too 'tired', I could just get go for a walk or something, but I don't see the point. I'm frustrating myself intensely.
Now please excuse me whilst I force myself to venture into the outside world.
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