I have found that there are a great deal of people that truly enjoy doing NOTHING. They are perfectly happy watching the world/days pass them by and basically absorbing nothing in-between. It is such a foreign concept to me since when I’m not doing anything in particular I’m still doing something whether it’s reading, writing, in a deep thought or just listening with dog ears. Yet for some this is a way of life as drinking a cup of coffee. They have no problem having jobs that are stationer and leading lives that go in the same direction. I don’t fault such individuals it’s just not the life I live and I find doing nothing something worth writing about.