Ashley: I fantasize about not working all the time, but if I didn’t work, I would quickly put my head through a wall. [time passes] Wait. Actually. Actually I’m lying. I would probably read more and paint and do all kinds of awesome shit. Sorry for being a liar.
Jennifer: I wouldn’t. I find that my anxieties will expand to fill whatever space is allotted to them. I am a much more relaxed person at work than I am on vacation because I have a series of tasks that I have to focus on getting through.
Ashley: I’m not. I really want to say, “Ah, I love working, I need to work or I’ll go crazy, I’m too neurotic…” but that’s just… not true. If I didn’t work, I’d wake up at 9, go to the gym for a while, walk to the grocery store, decide what to make for lunch, come home, start lunch, maybe read a book while it’s cooking… this sounds amazing, I would not go crazy. I would be delighted.
Jennifer:My fantasy is that someone bundles me up in like, six or seven duvets and hugs me really tightly through them and then turns on some classic old movies and leaves briefly to make me an ice cream sundae. After spoon feeding me that sundae, they can resume patting my hair. If my non-working scenario could be like that, I think I’d be happy. But all my limbs would atrophy.
Ashley: You know, I think I need to clarify and say I don’t fantasize about not working, so much as I fantasize about not working in a office. I like having work to do, and I think that is important for mental well-being, but I do not like waking up early to get on the subway and come here and sit under fluorescent lights in this sea of cubicles.
Jennifer: “Little bird” this sort of nameless, disembodied amorphous non-person would murmur as they stroked my hair. I’d feel so safe!