HORIZONTAL RESISTANCE: The Only Rational Response

My to-do list is a morning masterpiece of grandiose goals, earnest aspirations, and committed determination. At the same time, my duvet is a masterpiece of persuasion. So, what’s a person to do? Well… I’m here to share the only legitimate and rational response:

HURKLE-DURKLE.

“to lounge in bed past the point when it’s time to get up“
~ Hurkle-Durkle

I am a hurkle-durkler. I hurkle-durkle. There is something deeply satisfying about the word. I like writing it. I like saying it. It appears I really like doing it.

It all begins with a lie. I tell myself that the wee hours of the morning are for tackling my to-do list. That said, once I retreat from my bed, dilly dally in the bathroom and contemplate that list – I spy with my little eye ‘the bed’ and succumb. I snuggle beneath the warmth of my covers and think (or not think at all), read or play Squaredle. Long after it’s time to get up and go.

Lingering… ah yessssss.

Why oh why am I so focused on hitting the sack and calling it a day? From the get-go?

Perhaps it’s an act of horizontal resistance!

What could be causing this? Oh, I don’t know…

THE WORLD??? THE ECOSPHERE? THE UNHINGED ETHOS? THE IMPACT ON EVERY TOM, DICK, AND HARRY? Hmmmmm???

DUH.

Breathe, Karen (not one of those Karens).

Eventually and reluctantly, I kick off those blankets and make my way down the stairs. My hunger for a meal outweighs my commitment to the “resistance”.

That’s when I suddenly show up for dinner in my pajamas – having officially transitioned into a state of Nightie-Round-the-Clockie. I assure you this is no sign of defeat. It’s a choice. Let’s call it freedom of choice. My course of action. The uncorrupted power to choose! Damn right.

C’mon, when feeling untethered, ungrounded, and woefully droopy… why on earth would I add figuring out what the hell the wear to my list of problems?

When the world is quaking with cumulative anxiety and flat-out absurdity, maybe the best I can do sometimes is droopy. And if it means needing to land on a soft surface, wanting to be hugged by a warm duvet and solving a word puzzle… then so be it.

If not for fear of traumatizing my cat – primal screaming would also be appropriate.

For now, on those days when my get up and go is gone … the hurkle-durkel continues. And honestly? I’m not mad about it.

What’s your preference these days? A cozy hurkle-durkle or an enthusiastic primal scream? Can’t wait to hear.