Time

I’m an ambitious person, and there’s a tendency to want to squeeze every ounce of utility out of the day, which is, on the one hand, admirable. On the other, the one with its middle finger extended, it’s self-sabotaging and, infinitely worse, boring.

I’ve never had a great idea while ostensibly crushing the game. Not one. Lounging in condiment-stained underpants, building teetering shrines to underachievement out of Oreos? Dozens. Hundreds. Millions.

So, what about fun? What about meh? Both are perfectly wonderful states of being, revealing the little gems of quotidian human existence that make our fleeting time on this spinning orb worth while.