There's being bored and there's thinking "there's nothing to do". That second is incomprehensible. Then again, there's thinking "there's nothing I want to do available to me", which is different.

ETA: and I'm pretty convinced that truly honestly having nothing to do is desirable, maybe necessary.

I never want to DO my dishes. I like having DONE the dishes.

This morning I dropped off my son at school. Went to an appointment. Picked up a prescription at the pharmacy. Got gas. Did a bit of work. Then went for a coffee with a tech recruiter (not looking for job, just to network). I also got the new battery in the Nissan since I didn't want it tumbling in my trunk. Didn't have time to get tools and actually hook it up, but it is in the car now. Now I need to hunker down and examine code.

I shouldn't have stayed up till 1 AM playing D&D last night, but it was a good game.

Actually, that sounds like a good choice.

In two months, I will have a dishwasher installed for the first time in my adult life and I cannot WAIT.

Not having stuff to do is a foreign concept. My wife just suggested I should take a few days off work to specially not be productive.

There's being bored and there's thinking "there's nothing to do". That second is incomprehensible.

Bored is something that hasn't happened in memory. Boring tasks, sure. If I do have a moment to spare there is always a reading queue awaiting me.

In two months, I will have a dishwasher installed for the first time in my adult life and I cannot WAIT.

Dishwashers are fucking awesome. I can't bring myself to trust a dishwasher to clean dirty dishes that I just stick in, but I can easily bring myself to do a quick, quarter-ass job cleaning dishes and let the dishwasher finish the job.

I think slacking strangely stigmatized in the US. What in all honesty is wrong with relaxing once in a while or just getting the thing done, instead of trying to reach peak performance all the time?

I mean sure, there's a limit to how much one should slack, and I am WAY past that limit, but I sometimes suspect part of my problem is that the weight of being a slacker, and knowing that means on some level I'm a failure, is just a useless burden that weighs me down instead of lifts me up. I am, btw, one of the laziest people I know. Maybe all my friends and colleagues are over achievers? And that includes all y'all who are constantly getting tons of stuff done and cultivating yourselves and your gifts.

Sorry, I seem to have projected way too many of my own issues onto your post, smonster

If I do have a moment to spare there is always a reading queue awaiting me.

Or a nap. I fucking love naps.