How hard is it to relax?

I watched the passenger in the next seat keep picking their fingers, swaying all the way, but never stopped this movement, and there was no sign of stopping my hand until I got off the bus.

After I got to the office, I put down my bag, and the clean-minded colleague started to clean the seat and swept the dust that had accumulated all night on my desk. I wonder if it landed on the breakfast I just opened?

After an eight-hour shift, I finally got home on time. I was slumped on the sofa. After a few seconds, I heard my mother's voice from the kitchen: "Don't lie down as soon as you come back, come and help set the dishes!"

Alas~~~ Can people live a little more relaxed?