It’s not that I don’t have anything to do. I’m sure my parents could think of a thousand things to keep me busy. I just don’t feel like it. It doesn’t all sound like a pain in the ass, either—I’m just too bored to get anything done. I know that doesn’t really make sense because if I did something I probably wouldn’t be bored anymore, but it’s like, I’m already in bed with one joint down and three more ready if I want, and half the day is gone and I know all my friends are rolling with the same buzz on Call of Duty 3 because we’ve been online hacking away at a co-op for the past four hours. Just like yesterday.
I could do my homework, but yeah, no. I could tune my guitar, but it’s on the other side of the room, and the last time the band tried rehearsing we all ended up just smoking anyway, so whatever. I could walk the dog, take a shower, wash the car, blah bluh-blah bluh-blah, but what’s the point? As soon as I walk out this door, my mom will start ragging on me for putzing around all day, and my dad’ll just sit there shaking his head like I’m a waste of DNA. Heads-up, Dad: I’ve been wasting DNA all weekend, and as soon as this hentai torrent finishes downloading, I’ll be wasting a lot more.
I tried the whole productive member of society thing, but it just takes so much…effort. I figure, I’m not some gangbanging jerkoff in juvey, and they’re responsible for me for another couple years anyway, so why not just mooch my way through cruise control until I hit the big scary 18?
I’ll be good later.
Get a job I hate later.
Put up with a nagging wife and screw-off kid.