Cushy: (adj) involving little effort for ample reward
If you keep insisting that you have “nothing against hard work,” someone will eventually make you do it.
Hard work, that is.
I don’t know where we got the idea that sweating, struggling, grunting, groaning, bitching and moaning are the virtuous parts of adult life—signs that we are truly getting something done.
Without shame—minus guilt—jubilantly, I proclaim to you that I will always seek the cushy path.
I don’t care if you think that makes me lazy or if you feel me less trustworthy because I will not trudge along with the weary.
I have worked for many years to be speedy, efficient and good at what I do in my particular lane on the human highway. So when the need for other labor comes up, I can reach in my pocket and pull out good, cold, hard cash to give to someone who is willing to do the jobs that I am not.
I never plan on mowing a lawn again. You can explain to me that it’s good exercise, or there’s a sense of satisfaction when you complete the ordeal. I am ecstatic for you.
But somewhere there’s a young man who wants to go to college who can use my cash for his adventure—and all he has to do is trim my green.
I understand there may be some merit in knowing how to change your oil, fix your toilet or go into the wilderness and live off the land for three days.
But I do believe if I dug up my ancestors and they were suddenly given body and breath, they would tell me, “If you don’t have to dig, plant, hoe and harvest…go for it.”
I will never bitch to you.
I will never complain.