So, with onion ring inside my mouth, here I am a barely 24 years old couch potato for a day. In case you guys don't know what a couch potato is, below is the definition:
Couch Potato
couch po·ta·to
ˈkouCH pəˌtādō
a person who spends little or no time exercising and a great deal of time watching television.
People say that it is a very unproductive thing to do and basically a waste of time, but it's my birthday I can do whatever the hell I want to do. So I choose to be a one day couch potato!
No, it's not a sad way to celebrate a birthday. Seriously, think about this. I don't have work today so I can stay at home plus the weather is so perfect to just roll inside the blanket, I ordered some unhealthy food (because I want to), I binge watching series since morning, don't have to think about anything at all, just a complete me time for a whole day.
How could that be sad?
I rarely get a time like this, where I can just do nothing, and just have a nice rest. That is what I really need, so I'm giving it to myself. A present for myself for a past year that I have spent pushing myself (sometimes) to the point where a single crack would collapse everything else on top. Yet I can still managed to hang in there. Good job me *pat myself in the back*
Also a pep talk. Yep. A pep talk. To myself. In front of the mirror. It is quite motivating I guess. I was talking with myself for a solid ten minutes. Reminiscing everything that happened for a past year such as, the highest point, the lowest point (lots of it), and things I will do for the following year (or at least the following 6 months). Stuffs like that.
So there you go, how a couch potato spent a day in which she was born 24 years ago in a very very very unproductive way. Because being unproductive once in a while is actually encouraged. Not really. But hey, it's my birthday I can cry if I want to ;)
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