This was a big year for the sloth. Well, I should qualify – I have no idea if it was a big year for any particular sloth but generally, they saw a lot of play in the interweb world.
They had memes:
Having neither memes nor gifs myself, I consider this some decent play. Even if you don’t like to jump on trends or aren’t into sloth fandom, I do believe, somewhere in the cockles of your heart, there is a soft spot for my friend the sloth.
Now, I’m going to be bold here and explain that I loved the sloth even before it’s popularity. You see, I can be lazy. As a youngster, my family often referred to me as a sloth. I have a sloth beany baby and to remind my dad of the good ol’ days, I made him a sloth magnet this Christmas. While I think initially my parents thought being compared to a sloth would get my buns moving, I quickly embraced the comparison and it was no longer an insult. And no, it didn’t get my buns moving.
My sloth-like habits are in full swing this week. Partly because I’ve had quite the week and partly because I see no point in wasting my vacation on doing things. Shower today? Eh… Leave my apt? Why? Get of the couch? I see no point. And getting up before 9 am just sounds like torture.
Nuturing my inner sloth will make it a rough reentry on Monday into the work world (yes, I realize this makes me sound elitist and like a giant brat) and it does induce a bit of trepidation. Guess I need to simply suck it up.
Going back to work also means leaving this little guy to cuddle on his own (sad face).
I recognize many others out there have taken 2015 by the horns: “Make resolutions – YEAH! Start achieving resolutions – HELL YEAH! ATTACK ALL THE RESOLUTIONS – F*^% YEAH!”. This is fantastic – I admire all of you! Me? Well, see the above picture of the cat and my sloth self-comparison. I do have some ideas about what I want to accomplish this year but I haven’t figured out the details just yet. Maybe next week? Maybe not – going back to work is going to require a nap or two.