Author’s note: Best read while listening to The Lazy Song (Bruno Mars, 2010)

Is there truly a meaning to anything we do?

Not philosophically—actually. Is there *any* reason to do anything?

Is there a reason we shouldn’t stay at home, never go outside, and welcome the laziness?

Is there truly any purpose to our actions, our effort? Is there any useful effect to writing this very piece?

Ponder those questions—or don’t. What’s the purpose of even pondering them, when you could be sleeping, watching television, or generally relaxing?

Would it be better to just lay in bed and “not do anything”?

Laziness Theory says: yes.

There’s no purpose to doing anything. We should all just lie in our beds, not care what’s happening on our phones, and just do—whatever.

So why subscribe to Lazinessism?

Why not? It’s better than trying to “find meaning in nature” or “unroll the world through logic.” It’s much easier to do nothing—to be lazy.

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The Ten Commandments

Don’t worry, this isn’t lovey-dovey Christianity or moralistic crap—this is peak Lazinessism. And don’t stress, they’re completely optional:

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