Believe me there’s a hell of a difference between having nothing to do and not feeling like doing anything.
Think of it both scenarios as a bus stop.
For starters the atmosphere is tenser in the former station.
Even though the seating is all leather cushion and the works,
yet you might as well be sitting on a bed of nails, what with all the pent up energy.
In the latter, you’re standing under a rickety shade and the next bus is hurtling towards you.
You have to make your way through a sea of humanity with your luggage to get to the bus and you only have a couple of seconds to do it.
But that doesn’t stop you from putting the load down, arching your back and tying your laces.
In your head; there’s always the next bus just right around the corner.