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I am slacker numero uno IRL, but I get wicked-obsessive on the internet. Every issue must be touched on, and Minecraft must be finished.
You heard me: I MUST FINISH MINECRAFT.
Come sail your ships around me, and burn your bridges down.
Is that cake frosting?
I am both. I slack a lot, and all too often; but then I feel bad about it. It's the worst of both worlds 
edited 7th Dec '12 4:49:29 AM by Carciofus
But they seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away from Omelas.
(That Guy You Met Once)
This isn't a case of Black-and-White Morality. Finding a comfortable spot in the middle is best.
edited 7th Dec '12 5:32:17 AM by Wheezy
Project progress: The Adroan (102k words), The Pigeon Witch, (40k). Done but in need of reworking: Yume Hime, (50k)
I think I went from slacker to stresspot. Before I just went with the flow and just dealt with things as they came, just expecting everything else to work itself out.
Nowadays I'm like counting each day and getting upset if it didn't go well enough. And I get stressed over upcoming things that I'm hesitant to do.
There are some people in my life like my brother who's great as a person even though he's a bit of a slacker, yet I respect him for being able to relax, at all.
Me, I'm a stresspot who can't sit still easily and lays awake at night wondering about such questions as "OH GOD, HAVE I ACHIEVED ENOUGH HUMAN WORTH TODAY? Is 1000 words written a day really enough?". In short, I'm a bit more obsessive in terms of my creative occupations and as a result find myself unable to relax nearly as easily as people who would be termed as "slackers" for want of a better word.
Sure society slags off on the slackers, but they seem a lot happier with their lot in life than stresspots like me who worry about how much they got done in a day, never stopping to think if they were ever happy about it. That and I find it hard to sit still and relax easily.
One of my non-get-my-book-published-and-find-love life goals is to when I retire, turn into one of those old geezers who sits on a lawn chair in his boxer shorts listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival. Because right now I'm young and I don't think I've reached that The Dude-from-The Big Lebowski level of chill yet. But a lot of the people I know seem to be able to relax a lot easier even if they don't seem to be much more than slackers who take retail jobs to get by.
Hell Hasn't Earned My Tears