(Un)comfortably numb

This morning

-I’m just… bored, I blurt, looking at my shoes.
-I don’t believe in boredom, he says.
-Fine. I’m lazy, then.
-I don’t believe in laziness either.
-As it happens, I agree with you. But I’m being morose, and I need a word to explain that I’m not doing anything with my time. So if I call it laziness, at least I take full responsibility for my lethargy. I don’t want to blame anyone else for it.
-There’s no such thing as boredom. It’s only lack of stimulation. Where do you get yours from?
-Myself. Or at least I should. But I’m not. I don’t want to relinquish responsibility for my limbo. What if I traced my lack of stimulation to someone else, what shall I do then? Cry, have a tantrum, eat a cookie?
-Then maybe you could see it as a mechanism that you can undo; then use all the stored-up momentum that hasn’t been released because you didn’t get the stimulus.

Over the past two days, I’ve been sleeping a lot, and looking at the clock when awake, to check how long til I can go back to bed.
I don’t like getting people worried.
I’m lazy.