A Quote by Erma Bombeck

Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity. — © Erma Bombeck
Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.
I don't think pandemics make us afraid of death, I think they make us afraid of oblivion. They force us to grapple with the futility of effort. Also they make us barf which isn't fun either... Wash your hands, cover your coughs, and find a way to hold in balance the futility of effort with the necessity to struggle.
I felt the sort of soaring, ceilingless tedium that transcends tedium and becomes worry.
The obvious and fair solution to the housework problem is to let men do the housework for, say, the next six thousand years, to even things up. The trouble is that men, over the years, have developed an inflated notion of the importance of everything they do, so that before long they would turn housework into just as much of a charade as business is now. They would hire secretaries and buy computers and fly off to housework conferences in Bermuda, but they'd never clean anything.
Nanny Ogg never did any housework herself, but she was the cause of housework in other people.
We are living in the machine age. For the first time in history the comedian has been compelled to supply himself with jokes and comedy material to compete with the machine. Whether he knows it or not, the comedian is on a treadmill to oblivion.
For women the wage gap sets up an infuriating Catch-22 situation. They do the housework because they earn less, and they earn lessbecause they do the housework.
I listen to music a lot on the treadmill - I would test 'Raditude' songs out on the treadmill.
I don't run on the treadmill, because there's no treadmill moving for you on the soccer field.
Boredom is an instrument of social control. Power is the power to impose boredom, to command stasis, to combine this stasis with anguish. The real tedium, deep tedium, is seasoned with terror and with death.
Very few of the people who accentuate the futility of life remark the futility of themselves. Perhaps they think that in proclaiming the evil of living they somehow salvage their own worth from the ruin - but they don't, even you and I.
The problem with the treadmill is I just don't know what to do in my head. You either stare at the mirror or concentrate on the TV. It makes me ill because I can't relax on a treadmill.
You run on the treadmill. But you need to stop watching The Food Network when you're doing it. That is how you torture yourself.
If you want your life to have impact, focus it! Stop dabbling. Stop trying to do it all. Do less. Prune away even good activities and do only that which matters most. Never confuse activity with productivity. You can be busy without a purpose, but what's the point?
The horse on the treadmill may be very discontented, but he is not disposed to tell his troubles, for he cannot stop to talk.
There are no guarantees. But there is also nothing to fear. We come from oblivion when we are born. We return to oblivion when we die. The astonishing thing is this period of in-between.
Let your life be a counter friction to stop the machine.
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