Monday, 19 May 2014

Mundane

I’ve nearly finished ‘Islands in the Stream’ by Ernst Hemingway. I like it, its been an interesting read and I’ve never known so much about a character by the things an author doesn't say. 

I’m going to yoga tonight. I’m going to go because I need to. I need to do something good for my body. Drinking whisky and smoking has never been a long term plan of mine. That said, I can actually visualise both of those things in my old age.

I was considering not going to yoga just so I could talk about how often I talk about things and don't follow through with them. Now I don’t now if I can even be fucked going. 

On another note… I’m selling Wendy’s microwave and I’m going to help her lend the money on Kiva. I’m going to try and get Sunshine excited about the idea of altruism and I fully intend to fail. 

Today I slept till midday. I reassured myself that I’m not lazy and that my body simply needed that much sleep. I’m less convinced now recalling that all I've done over the last 2 weeks is smoke weed and drink. - mind you, I do work.

Do I feel guilty about it? Not really. I did have a slight clarity of thought yesterday and realised I do need to ‘ease up’ a little, so I did. Today wasn't a complete waste, I booked in at Apple to get my phone screen fixed. I also booked my car in for a service. I picked up forms from Uni, I didn't manage to fill them out, but I did pick them up… I cleaned by room, did the dishes and sent an email. I know, it’s all pretty slow. But some times life is slow and I want to enjoy it. I mean, last week I smoked amazing organic bush and had pancakes for lunch. I downloaded music, I read my book, I wrote! Edmond cooked for us, he’s a top grade chef. He and Wendy are so in love. I've never witnessed anything like watching those two fall in love. It’s been unreal. They said they “only want believers at their wedding.”

I don’t want to race through life. I don't want to get the job, get the house, get the mortgage, get the husband. I want to live life. I want to enjoy every minute, even the ones counted down on the work clock. 


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