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We make a mistake if we believe that only the violent passions like ambition and love can subdue the others. Laziness, for all her languor, is nevertheless often mistress: she permeates every aim and action in life and imperceptibly eats away and destroys passions and virtues alike.
Of all the passions the least understood by us is laziness; it is the most indefatigable and the most malign of them all, although its outrages are imperceptible.
- La Rochefoucauld
With my Netflix account on hold Charles and I went to a Visart, the local fairly decent independent video rental shop in Durham. What did we rent? Season Five of Friends. If you knew me you'd know that I'm not the kind of guy who ordinarily watches much less rents the shenanigans of a group of 'twentysomething" heterosexuals in Manhattan.
Friends came along with Charles. The scripts are OK, Schwimmer, Perry and Kudrow are tolerable enough actors (Kudrow perhaps more, not that any of the movies I've lived up the promise I surmised). Watching Friends was one of those little compromises you make when you are living with someone.
Actually Friends is a little cringeful in one respect: male touching. Though supposedly all best of friends, an accidentally prolonged touch or reference to male intimacy always prompt embarrassment. And the frequent need for one of the male characters to make it clear he's not 'that way (yuck!).'
I never have understood why Chandler/Perry was supposed to strike people as gay. Guess it was just an example of something foolish and embarrassing.
Not that I want to bitch about the sitcom. I want to bitch about Charles.
I rented the DVDs as a way of spending time with Charles. We got home about two in the afternoon. I don't watch television that early (particularly something like a modern sitcom which tends to be soporific). Charles knows that. Charles started without me. This pissed me off mightily.
Charles would've watched them again with me (he has a sad addiction to television). I found his attitude selfish. And dangerously foolish. I've made it clear to him that we can't continue to live together unless he overcomes his pathological laziness and makes an effort to keep the house clean. Right now my home looks like a crack den.
Charles and I have had three big problems in our life together. One demon is at bay if not defeated. Another may be fixable though I'm skeptical. But out relationship may go out whimperingly from simple laziness.Warning: include(/home/edifying/public_html/pansexualsodomite//common/individual.php): failed to open stream: No such file or directory in /home/richardlee/domains/pansexualsodomite.org/public_html/archives/my_life_is_an_open_blog/laziness.php on line 69 Warning: include(): Failed opening '/home/edifying/public_html/pansexualsodomite//common/individual.php' for inclusion (include_path='.:/usr/lib/php') in /home/richardlee/domains/pansexualsodomite.org/public_html/archives/my_life_is_an_open_blog/laziness.php on line 69