This is the visual embodiment of what I did over the Mid-Winter break for 90% of the time: absolutely nothing. Doing nothing is surprisingly easier siad than done. You would think it's fun to do nothing especially after doing work and such, but it is not. It kills you. It drives you nuts. At some point of doing nothing, even working seems to be appealing. You try to look for something to do, but you have nothing. That is when you sit on your bed and stare at the ceiling for hours on end, stopping (or starting) only to eat, sleep, and use the bathroom. It is not fun. Your mind goes blank, and you eventually become apart of the bed since you've sat lied there for so long.
I mean it's not like that's all I did. It was what I did for the first 7 days. I did hang out with friends and family for the other two days - for the 1%. After days of doing nothing you could imagine how relieved I was. I could do stuff at last... thangs. I tried to make those two days count and did a lot; I watched a movie, went bowling, which nearly took my thumb off, and just talked with friends and family.
(If you didn't get the reference)
It's very easy to stop doing nothing and start doing somethang. Was someone punishing you by forcing you to do nothing or was this your idea? But I think I understand, some days my body and mind can do anything but nothing.
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