Why I Sit

I don’t mind jogging, I love walking, and running is great too (especially away from inner demons that otherwise sneak out via passive-aggressive behavior towards my bastard parents) but standing, well it just sucks. If you’re standing it means you’re waiting, and in the days of broadband internet there’s just no place for that.

So I sit.

Everything is better when sitting. Why do you think it’s so much easier to hit on girls during class than standing at a bar?  Have you ever tried to type on a keyboard while standing up? Its harder than the statue of David’s wiener.  What about eating? I’d rather be dropped on my head than eat standing up.

Life is about moving forward, but if you’re gonna be sedentary you should at least be comfortable.

As a young child I purposefully didn’t stand up until much later than most children.  This was partly because I didn’t want to risk having to eat or wipe all by myself like some sort of pathetic sap, but mostly because I just loved sitting.  At the generous age of four I rose for the first time but went quickly into a light jog as to avoid having to stand around.  I didn’t stand idle until the Summer of my ninth year as I reached into a high shelf for a book on Renaissance art I figured might have some nudity in it.  It totally did.

My passion for sitting down has led me to the sitting capital of the world, Barcelona.  Here I will sit with, and god-willing study sitting under some of the most laid back and immobile people on earth.  A place where it is common to sit with friends for hours drinking a single cup of coffee, or a few beers.

This blog will chronicle the sitting I do not only here, but all around Europe in some of the most scenic places on earth.

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