Benefits of Slackerdom

It isn't all napping on the couch and not washing our hair for days. True, our parents try once every two weeks to give us that talk about 'being adult,' and most of our friends have stopped even bothering to ask what we're doing this weekend. But there are occasionally advantages to being an inactive member of Slackerville.
After working in a few restaurants during college, I developed a habit of smoking socially. I think it mostly happened for two reasons. Reason 1: when left with few tables to attend to, the smokers always got smoking breaks, whereas the non-smokers were asked to clean out the dessert cooler. Bugger that. I'll develop any habit to throw the cleaning at someone else. Reason 2: that post shift drink with your fellow servers always unravels into hours of drinking at the bar down the street from where you work but is blissfully not where you work. After the third round of free shots, (the bartender likes his regulars) you are chided into having a smoke with your fellow slackers, I mean servers.
I know, smoking is bad. But it gets you out of work and is something to share after getting out of work. After finishing college I moved abroad. A place where smoking was not only allowed in all restaurants and bars, but practically encouraged. The first few weeks I smoked while I ate, while I shopped, while I walked, while I waited for buses and in between classes. After a month my roommate and I found our fabulous 43rd story apartment in Tai Kok Tsui. I had a ten minute morning walk from our complex to the MTR station. Perfect timing for a morning cigarette. And plus, walking is healthy so it effectively cancels out the negatives associated with smoking.
I was never one to smoke inside my house or apartment. I guess I never really was that hardcore. So if I was at home and wanted to smoke I took the elevator downstairs. Yeah, that got old after about a week.
Once I was home for the day, I was home. Going all the way down was such a pain in the ass. I needed to remember my wallet that had my building pass in it so I could get back in. I needed my phone so I could call someone while I smoked. During the rainy season I had to take an umbrella that would inevitably be turned inside out mid-smoke. Smoking had suddenly turned into work. Sure I still had weekends. The bars and clubs were full of smoking people. Honestly, I felt like such an ex-pat while dancing with a drink and a cig. I even got my roommate to smoke one once. It was one of my secret goals. My other was to be around for her to throw up from drinking too much. Seriously, the girl got through university never having been sick. I think she was my only friend that could claim that. But that dream was not realized until we both lived in other countries. Sigh.
Anyway, slacking was actually a benefit. If I was a more active, energy-filled person I'd have thought nothing about jumping in the elevator and taking a little ride downstairs not just once but possibly multiple times a night.
So in essence, my lack of direction and lack of will to find one, has made me a more healthy human being.