There are long weeks that feel like many days just blurring into one endless time span. My week has been like that. We’re here again on a working Saturday – words that strike fear in many otherwise relaxed minds.
If I had to chalk out an ideal Saturday night plan for tonight it would include dinner and consumption of interesting liquids but without pushing the mind off the edge.
When I imagine interesting plans, in my head I see the same people, sitting around a teak wood table, laughing and telling anecdotes. I always imagine red wine, though we hardly ever drink it, and I always imagine leaving the place bubbling with emotions of the positive variety. In my head, at the end of the day, I am dozing off in the cab or the train, weaving in and out of sleep.
Things don’t pan out exactly like that. Sometimes, people are quiet. They don’t have anything to say. Sometimes, they’d rather be elsewhere or doing something else. Sometimes, people snap and say something snide without reason and then everything just gets uncomfortable and unpleasant.
Regret is our special for tonight, you can have it with a side serving of garlic bread.
We’d probably be happier off if we could all be happy by ourselves, and if our happiness didn’t have anything to do with other people. I am definitely not like that as of this moment, and to be honest I don’t see myself being absolutely at peace just being by myself.
My mental picture of dinner plans, where the yellow lighting makes everyone glow and the wine makes people friendlier, if you take away my people from the table, the evening automatically becomes redundant. Then the lights just hurt your eyes and the wine is an unnecessary expense.
If I had to chalk out an ideal Saturday night plan for tonight it would include dinner and consumption of interesting liquids but without pushing the mind off the edge.
When I imagine interesting plans, in my head I see the same people, sitting around a teak wood table, laughing and telling anecdotes. I always imagine red wine, though we hardly ever drink it, and I always imagine leaving the place bubbling with emotions of the positive variety. In my head, at the end of the day, I am dozing off in the cab or the train, weaving in and out of sleep.
Things don’t pan out exactly like that. Sometimes, people are quiet. They don’t have anything to say. Sometimes, they’d rather be elsewhere or doing something else. Sometimes, people snap and say something snide without reason and then everything just gets uncomfortable and unpleasant.
Regret is our special for tonight, you can have it with a side serving of garlic bread.
We’d probably be happier off if we could all be happy by ourselves, and if our happiness didn’t have anything to do with other people. I am definitely not like that as of this moment, and to be honest I don’t see myself being absolutely at peace just being by myself.
My mental picture of dinner plans, where the yellow lighting makes everyone glow and the wine makes people friendlier, if you take away my people from the table, the evening automatically becomes redundant. Then the lights just hurt your eyes and the wine is an unnecessary expense.
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