«Hermann, what are you doing there?»
«Nothing.»
«Nothing? Why nothing?»
«I’m not doing anything.»
«Nothing at all?»
«Nope.»
«Absolutely nothing?»
«No. I’m just sitting here.»
«You’re sitting there?»
«Yes.»
Sound familiar? You sit at your desk, on the sofa, at the kitchen table – and stare off into the distance. Maybe you’re drumming your fingers, or tapping your feet. After all, you really should be writing a text, buying a birthday gift, or bundling up scrap paper. You should, but you don’t want to. Maybe because you’re just not in the mood for it. Because you don’t feel like pulling yourself together. Because your focus on the thing between the chair and the table has slipped away and is nowhere to be found. The problem is that all these things are on your to-do list today. And you know that if you don’t write this text, buy this birthday gift, or bundle this scrap paper today, then when? After all, your schedule is fully booked tomorrow, and the day after that. We ride our to-do wave like a rubber dinghy on the stormy sea. Work, hobbies, friends, children, love, cats, the household – and sometimes you just want to do nothing at all. You’ve got twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week at your disposal. That has to be enough for the week! It’s a good thing that the boundaries between work and leisure have become so fluid, and that rigid working hours are diluting further and further. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday: it’s not the day of the week and the time that decide when we are online or offline, when we work, when we go shopping, go to the hairdresser, invite friends, meet up with family – we decide that for ourselves. So much freedom, hurrah! Or rather: oh dear?