Well that is a bit of a dramatization. It is more of what I hope, or intend to do – figuratively for the most part (but I might as well lace up the running shoes as well). Summer is slow, as always, but somehow its lethargy is proving itself more merciless than the strain and stress of school. Right now I have a disorganized list of ambitions and expectations floating around in my head. It’s all a bit jumbled and hazy, and whenever I concentrate on one or two, the others are eclipsed in the back of my mind. So far I’ve accomplished very few of them, except for a few things which weren’t even on the list to begin with. Oh well. It’s worth a good laugh at least, and someday I’m sure I’ll find the sense of humor to do so. So much for taking to the ground running.
Tuesday
A Tuesday is always just a Tuesday. It is never eventful. It doesn’t feel hopeless like a Monday, optimistic like a Wednesday, or freeing like a Friday. It is only Tuesday. I took a “mental health” day on a Tuesday once – I didn’t regret it one bit. When I went to school on Wednesday, it seemed as though I hadn’t missed a thing. Nothing ever happens on a Tuesday. Today was much the same. My recollection seemed blurred into that of Monday. All I could really think about was what I did yesterday or what I would do for the rest of the week. Today did not really exist. It was a Tuesday.
Another Man’s Words
A stranger there once told me
Of strange and distant lands
His words have never faded
Like his face, his arms and hands
