This creates weariness and self-hatred. The mind tosses back and forth, unable to find peace anywhere. People suffer through their forced idleness, unhappy and unwilling. When you're too ashamed to admit what's really bothering you, when pride makes you push your pain down inside, all those trapped desires choke each other in that small space. This brings on depression and despair. The unstable mind wavers a thousand ways — suspended by hopes that never come true, crushed by ones that fail. This is why people hate their own laziness, complain they have nothing to do, and watch others succeed with bitter jealousy. Miserable idleness breeds envy. When people can't succeed themselves, they want everyone else to fail too.
Hence arises that weariness and dissatisfaction with oneself, that tossing to and fro of a mind which can nowhere find rest, that unhappy and unwilling endurance of enforced leisure. In all cases where one feels ashamed to confess the real cause of one's suffering, and where modesty leads one to drive one's sufferings inward, the desires pent up in a little space without any vent choke one another. Hence comes melancholy and drooping of spirit, and a thousand waverings of the unsteadfast mind, which is held in suspense by unfulfilled hopes, and saddened by disappointed ones: hence comes the state of mind of those who loathe their idleness, complain that they have nothing to do, and view the progress of others with the bitterest jealousy: for an unhappy sloth favours the growth of envy, and men who cannot succeed themselves wish every one else to be ruined.