When I was a kid, I wanted to be a weatherman. If I had actually become one, I imagine people would trust me even less than they do now.

Autumn had arrived more swiftly than expected this year (as if you haven’t noticed!). Several consecutive autumn days (rainy, cloudy and grey) are enough to throw anyone into the abyss of depression. Add to this all usual problems, along with contemplating what to do next and what to expect from this magical circle known as life.

How lazy can people be? When is being lazy within limits, and when does it become a disease? How can we help a person that’s gone too far with his or her laziness and should we even try to help them if they themselves don’t want any help (because they’re too lazy)?

In the age of Internet and other mass media, in the abundancy of information, when information is worth more than gold, I have a hard time understanding people who, for instance, don't read newspapers. It's not just that they don't read newspapers, but they spend their days in complete ignorance in regard to the world around them.