Why do bad things always happen to me?
I've got nothing worth living for, and nobody cares about me.
These are just some of the thoughts I never have anymore. These are the thoughts of the weak, the ungrateful, and the miserable. They are weak because they don't think to be strong; they are ungrateful
I've alluded previously to a particular brand of laziness that separates a good engineer from the average person. It sounds disparaging at first, but there is an aspect to engineering laziness that is absent from almost every other kind of laziness:
Engineering laziness encourages progress
How can laziness encourage progress? When we think of laziness, we