I hear-by coin a new term: time pollution (noun) - the waste of time by useless drivel, sloth, and navel gazing. Similarly, the verb time polluting.

Of the 7 deadly sins, sloth is the most loathsome to me. The others - pride, envy, gluttony, lust, anger, avarice - could, I argue, under the right circumstances, be useful. Goodness knows, I'm guilty of 'em all in one way or another. I suppose that in the world at large, if I could eliminate or diminish one and only one deadly sin, anger would have to be it. But on a personal level, sloth takes the cake. As I get closer and closer to that dreaded age four-nought, or two score if you prefer, it seems to me that every second counts. Of the many regrets that haunt me, the time wasted and the opportunities thus lost are the things that cause the most pain.

Just for the record ... there are lots and lots of things I don't regret either -- but for some reason those don't nag at the edges of consciousness in the middle of the night.

Yeah, yeah - mid life crisis or whatever ... I don't have time for that.