There are all sorts of things on my mind. They add up to everything and nothing. They signify merely that I’m thinking too much about the things and people in my life.
For those of you wishing to know the ins and outs of my mind the only thing I can do is make apologies. The things I share here are mere trivia compared to the mighty depths of nothing that occupy my dreams and arguments with God & the universe (which are probably the same thing at the end of time). The reality of me is that I’m a turtle hiding inside my shell. I only poke my head out when I seem safe and this window through which you peer at me is blinded and curtained.
Here are some of the trivial things that I have done today:
- Waxed my nostrils. This involves heating wax in the microwave until it melts, scooping it onto an applicator and then shoving said applicator up one of my noseholes. When the wax set I yanked on the handle of the thing sticking out of my nose and … well, you can probably imagine the rest.
- Watched the full moon. I didn’t do this for long. The moon is not really a source of fascination for me. I neither believe in lunacy nor werewolves. The moon to me is nothing more than a source of illumination that I use for getting around on dark nights when street lighting is not available. Yes, there’s no romance in my soul tonight.
- Waved my arms out of the window. I watched to see if anyone was looking and no one was and so I stopped looking outside and refocused on my reflection in the glass of the window. I looked silly. I have no problem with looking silly and so I continued for a few seconds and then I stopped. Is this the best that life has to offer?
I’m not going to tell you about the semi-disturbing dream I had last night; not that I can remember much of it actually. I’m not going to tell you about the argy-bargy I had with a former team member at work; it’s going to be over soon anyway. I’m not going to tell you what I want to do next with my life. I’m not going to tell you where I am now. I’m not going to be telling you about how I sleep or my morning routine or how I deal with ants and flies or when I go to bed or what I do with all the incredible acreage of time in my life or even who I am beneath the layers and layers of wastage I pile on top of the gifts I have been blessed with. In fact, I’ll tell you nothing but the bare fact that I am well and shall continue to be so for an extremely long time.
Am I inspirational, assertive and informal (as Grammarly tells me) or am I just … ah, whatever.