Escaping Unpleasant Chores
Scenario: You find yourself having a perfectly lovely time, lying on the couch, maybe reading a book, maybe doodling, maybe napping. Generally at peace with the world. Suddenly your parents, spouse, children, housemates, Cthulhu, whomever rush into the room looking frazzled and ask you to run errands. On any other day you are a helpful, generous team player, but today… Today you are beyond comfy; you have transcended mere slack to the level of the Ultimate Chillaxer (which is level 9).
What do you do?
Solution: Quite easy really, gaze into the eyes of the aforementioned whomever and say the magic sentence, “I’d really like to help baby, but you know, Zeno’s paradox and all.”
Moral: It’s useful that public school doesn’t teach philosophy because most people cannot argue against Zeno’s paradox only because they have no idea what it is. Or, 3 cheers for laziness!
