Random thoughts from the desk of a creature bathed
in boredom…
If life is a choice, where then are the options?
If there could be any, I would say such options are limited. As limited as only
choosing between A and B when C is supposed to be part of it.
As in the penning of these incoherent rants, I
wonder how prawns give me hyper-acidity Or why coffee lightens up everything,
or what book am I suppose to read next. Keep reading? You might be as bored as
me. Hey, it’s cool to know I am not alone here, buddy!
It is just 22: 34 and everyone is deep slumber, drowned
to their own dreams. I am tempted to do the same but the milk I chugged did not
do its job. I am still pretty much awake littering someone else’s thought. I
guess a shot of gin and tonic or whiskey will doze me off, bother to be a
company?
It just hit me then to check out what I did
productive today. Well maybe aside from
oversleeping that left me a bad headache, I did also call my mom which I only
do when there is something wrong. Tick-tock! I passed the day with just that?
Hmmp, would you consider it productive to have a new playlist? My deepest
apology, Youtube, a kiddie just ripped off the play button. I might also convince myself that I got a fulfilled Saturday because I'm finally done with What Einstein Told His Barber. Wait, what did he tell the barber? That I was such a lazy bone today, passing even meals because I feel so idle to drag myself out from bed.
Still there? Did you ever realize how it means to
me to talk to you? Self-talk can be a crazy habit sometimes and it still puzzles me how I get to live those days when I need to deal with people. Promise I’d be ranting no more…
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