I knew a fat cat once. She had a genial disposition. She’d let you pet her and would rub her fat little body all over your clothes. But, she could barely get around on her stubby little legs with that huge belly in the way.
She was content to eat food, use her litter box, and pretty much sleep the rest of the time. In other words, she was lazy.
lazy |ˈlāzē|adjective ( lazier , laziest )
1 unwilling to work or use energy : I’m very lazy by nature | he was too lazy to cook.
- characterized by lack of effort or activity : lazy summer days.
- showing a lack of effort or care : lazy writing.
- (of a river) slow-moving.
2 (of a livestock brand) placed on its side rather than upright : a logo with a lazy E.
- lazily |-zəlē| adverb
- laziness noun
ORIGIN mid 16th cent.: perhaps related to Low German lasich ‘languid, idle.’
When you look at Fluffy here, don’t you feel kind of sorry for her? Do you feel kind of sorry for her? Do you feel the urge to smack her owner senseless? Are you asking yourself, “How could she let herself get this far?” Do you feel the urge to take charge and put her on a diet? How about if you look at yourself? Do you have the same feelings?
If yes, keep reading.
If no, definitely keep reading.
When dealing with our own emotional difficulties, it is easy to become fat and content on the food of our own delusions. We can pretend that all is well. We can tell ourselves that changing is impossible. We can say to the world, “But I was born this way!” and get out our beer and watch some TV.
Because, avoiding the truth is easier.
Deep down inside, we know the truth. We know that the lazy, selfish manner in which we conduct our lives is not good for ourselves, or for the world we live in. We know that living in a place of anger isn’t good for our romantic relationship. We know that isolating ourselves isn’t good for us. We know that our addiction is probably killing us. We know that depression is keeping us from engaging in life.
Changing takes work. It takes discipline. It takes falling-down-in-dirt-and scraping-your-hands-and-knees-then-getting-back-up-again determination. It takes recognizing and being honest about our own failures. It takes will and perseverance. It takes training.
Don’t be like that fat cat, happy and content on the gluttony of your willingness to just eat and sleep and poop.
And never do anything else.
Tell me, do you know any fat cats?