Notes from the Teleidoplex: Slacker Edition

 At some point, I bought into the fiction that I was lazy. A slacker. There are many sources for this (parents, teachers, boyfriends, society, a pervasive protestant work ethic that tells me my main value as a human being lies in my education/job/productive output), but it all really culminates in the soul-destroying phrase I heard so often as a kid:'you're so bright, if you'd only apply yourself' -- when what they really meant was 'do the things we want you to do rather than the things...