Today is just one of those days. The days I’ve almost mastered. The ones where I explore the incredible art of doing absolutely nothing of merit. It’s not that I want for my entire day to be worthless and wasted. It’s simply that I have nothing better to do and no drive to find anything. Though I woke up early in the morning I forced myself back to sleep so that I could spend more time dreaming; more time experiencing my ‘better life’ as it were. After finally crawling out of bed in the late afternoon I pick up my laptop and began surfing the random sites I frequent and reading the blogs of those who inspire me or simply bring me joy.
Dredging up the stairs I decided I should probably go ahead and eat something before it gets too close to supper time. I detour to the front door on my way to the kitchen and heave open the large wooden mass leaving only a sheet of glass between me and that awful looking nightmare outside that is the 80 degree weather on March 1st. How awful. I understand that people like the sun and things like that, but first off, those people clearly aren’t pale, freckle laden gingers. And second, they don’t have a job that requires them to be outside for 8+ hours a day in the unbearable summer hell that will be arriving all too soon.
Despising what I see out the door I meandered back to the kitchen and begin searching for some sort of sustenance. I decided, for the first time in a long time, to make ramen. I’ve steered clear of this staple of my college existence for a while now as I decided to put myself on a diet several months back. A diet that I was surprisingly proud of, mind you, since I managed to lose 45lbs. I figured, though, that eating an unhealthy lunch wouldn’t kill me this one time, and besides, if it weren’t ramen, I’d probably just wait til supper to eat which would be worse for me. After spending far too long hunting for a pack of noodles and a suitable bowl in the new kitchen I finally ‘prepared’ it and plopped it into the microwave. I decided I’d be a daredevil and sit it off-center on the rotating glass plate just to see if maybe it would heat faster with a greater range of movement. After closing the door and beeping a few numbers it started to turn and I stared intently through the little window, despite the countless times I was told not to as a child. I’ve never been one to subscribe to those old superstitions. After the ‘microwave minutes’ which always seem an eternity I finally removed my bowl and poured in my little pack of strange yellow powder and stirred it all together.
Returning to my dungeon I sat on my bed, adorned my glasses and picked up the remote. That brings us to where we are now. Nearly 5pm with nothing to show for the day. Sitting on my bed, eating ramen with chopsticks, and watching Legends of the Fall. My glasses fogging from my warm food as I construct this absolutely pointless post. I’m not going to fret over the fact that the story of my day has absolutely no value what-so-ever. Mainly because at this point no one even knows I’ve started blogging again, and by the time anyone who cares enough to read it finds out this post will be too far buried to find and will be written off as simple writing practice. And I’ll admit, this post drifted far from what I though I’d write when I picked up my keyboard. But sometimes that’s just the way it goes I guess.
To the point at hand. I’ve still done nothing of meaning today. But that’s my life and it’s the only one I have. Some days have a little more value than others. The only thing that truly matters to me in all of this is the fact that I have, atleast, started to write again. Which means I’ll soon started reading more as I always hope I’ll do and then maybe things will change. Maybe they won’t. Maybe some small part of this will lead me to find the girl I’m always searching for and never finding. Maybe not. All I know is that today is today, and I’m taking it all one day at a time.
(And a quick note. Yes, I am aware that atleast is ‘supposed’ to be two separate words. However, I will never write it that way because as a child I was taught that atleast [and several similar words which aren’t words anymore] was one word. My stubbornness trumps my caring for being correct on this topic)