Shopping. Actually this is where my curiosity about laziness takes root. Do I have "shades of laziness" in me or am I just thrifty?
Neither adjective seems flattering. As a teenager, I loved clothes shopping-for myself of course- with my parent's money. Now it is my bank account getting depleted and the clothes aren't generally going into my coffers! Now I look at a shirt and think, "I could buy 10 boxes of honey nut cheerios and two pounds of ground beef!"
For a while now, I've been attending yoga classes 2-3 times a week. It's a different instructor every day and different students also. So it's not a big deal to wear the same shirt and pants to every class, just boring and stinky. It would be nice to own more than one outfit, but I just can't get excited about yoga attire shopping. Generally, I love buying crap I don't really need. Don't we all?
Hence my pondering state. I'm tired of washing out my yoga outfit in the shower. (I don't have a washer in my apartment.) Pretty soon, I may have all my dirty clothes in the tub with me! The real question is why don't I just go shopping? I need to investigate this further!
Lululemon on Broadway and 75th Street rules for yoga clothes. The yummy spring colors pull me inside. In minutes (okay, seconds) I spot the perfect yoga shirt and matching lycra pants. Simultaneously, my lazy and thrifty side kick in. Mmm, $58 for a shirt --a yoga shirt, not just any shirt-- and $78 for pants. My thrifty side thinks about my bank account and how this isn't a good month to be doing this type of shopping. My lazy side gazes down at what I'm wearing. On my feet, Doc Martens: A pain to unlace and relace. Tight blue jeans: Have to suck in my gut to get the zipper back up. Sweater with a lycra camisole underneath and a three-hook bra: Need I say more? Plus my winter coat. Oh my gawd! I am too lazy to strip, don, restrip, and don again. Out the store I go, seemingly $136 (plus tax) richer.
As I walk home, I contemplate: What's THE reason why I walked out of that store pantless?
Just last month, I whipped out my credit card for a kick-ass Stella McCartney motorcycle jacket. I knew I'd be sitting on my sofa eating ramen noodles for a month. But I look damn good slurping those 59 cent noodles day after day wearing my Stella.
Perhaps, I need both thrifty and lazy to work hand in hand so my wardrobe isn't stuffed full of Calvin and Donna and Stella. And in turn, my stomach isn't stuffed full of ramen noodles!
After conducting my unofficial study to the question, "Is laziness beneficial?" my official answer is yes . . .well, sometimes.
