Then, she hears the lecture, shrugs it off, and forgets the same thing again the next day.
slacker!
I ask another child, "Why were you sent to the corner?"
"I don't remember." he says.
No lesson learned, no remorse. He's just happy to have the corner-standing bit done so that he can get back to doing what he feels like.
slacker!
Please don't misunderstand. I respect slackers. I appreciate people who truly do not care what other people think of them, because I know I care too much. As one who was always motivated by smiley-face stickers and A+s, I have come to see that sometimes... that actually is a pretty crazy reason to do something. I was not put on this earth to perform for gold stars.
I am trying to figure out how you think. So far, I think I have this much down for certain:
You do not care about my frowny-face.
In fact, my frowns, if they turn into attempts at pulling heartstrings and guilt-motivating,
will probably make you respect me less;
Roll your eyes;
Care even less.
As my sister, a confessing slacker, explains,
"I can tell you what did not motivate me.
Reason did not motivate me, guilt did not motivate me.
Consequences sometimes motivated me.
Any pressure from anyone didn't motivate me,
but only served to encourage me to further dig in my heels in a state of refusal."
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Find out what happened to my favorite "slacker" tomorrow!
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Slackers, or parents of slackers, do you think this is accurate?
What else do I need to know?
