It is no great revelation to anyone who has ever been one that the organism known as teenager is devoted to the practice of doing as little as possible.
What cannot be appreciated until you are living with one is the amount of effort a teenager will expend in pursuit of this goal. You have no idea how little is possible until you have watched a teenager not doing it.
The Zen-like focus with which a 15-year-old accomplishes nothing outside the sphere of its own self-interest is so well-honed as to very nearly redefine the concept of nothing. It is the mastery of nothing; the curving of time and space in such a way as to enable the teenager to not complete an infinite number of tasks simultaneously.
The boy on the couch is not only not taking out the trash. He is also not picking up his wet towels, not putting his laundry away, not taking his shoes off the table, not moving his dirty plate and glass to the dishwasher, not picking up the wrappers he threw behind the couch and not vacuuming the peanut shells littering the carpet just below his hand. Did he see your note about not eating in the living room? That note does not even exist for him.
Tomorrow he will not remember the orthodontist appointment you taped to his door, texted to his phone and mentioned twice in the car. Say whatever you want. He is not even listening.
When he speaks it is to deny having done anything - "It wasn't me" - or to suggest a state of indefinitely suspended action - "I will." He won't.
Whether this is a feat of mathematics, philosophy or something like the energy web in The Matrix, I cannot say. The only part of that movie that ever holds my attention isn't really on point.