Wednesday, March 31, 2004
i have been terribly remiss in the last little while in keeping the world at large up to date on the goings on of my life and the things my little eyes spy as i go about my daily day. alternating states of pit-of-all-evil-depression and bliss-beyond-all-i've-ever-known-happiness have kept me awful busy.
i've got a lot of living to do yet in order to give you anything worthwhile to read, so in the meantime, partake of my latest musings:
the weekend.
to the young, single professional, a welcome respite from the bump and grind of monday to friday. a friday night to boogy down, a saturday to get done all the things that don't fit between 6-9 on weekday nights (and hopefully boogy down some more) and a sunday to sober up and get ready for the following week.
to the young professional in a relationship, a blissful 2 1/2 day adventure with their lover. a 72-hour experiment in how watching tv, doing groceries, taking out garbage, cleaning the apartment and doing laundry can all be fun as long someone you like to sleep with is doing it along side you.
to the recently dumped young professional, a double-edged sword. every moment not spent running errands and catching up on sleep tainted with the bitter reminder of the fact that you are all alone. single in a world of people paired off in every which way. friday and saturday night, a desperate frenzy of finding something to do to take your mind off the lover you no longer have. sunday, a long tarry into made up chores, mediocre television programming and attempting to track down family that won't spurn you but will in fact save you from efforts to eat your own head in a sudden bout of despair.
can you guess which category i presently fall into?
the weekend--a many splendored thing.
i've got a lot of living to do yet in order to give you anything worthwhile to read, so in the meantime, partake of my latest musings:
the weekend.
to the young, single professional, a welcome respite from the bump and grind of monday to friday. a friday night to boogy down, a saturday to get done all the things that don't fit between 6-9 on weekday nights (and hopefully boogy down some more) and a sunday to sober up and get ready for the following week.
to the young professional in a relationship, a blissful 2 1/2 day adventure with their lover. a 72-hour experiment in how watching tv, doing groceries, taking out garbage, cleaning the apartment and doing laundry can all be fun as long someone you like to sleep with is doing it along side you.
to the recently dumped young professional, a double-edged sword. every moment not spent running errands and catching up on sleep tainted with the bitter reminder of the fact that you are all alone. single in a world of people paired off in every which way. friday and saturday night, a desperate frenzy of finding something to do to take your mind off the lover you no longer have. sunday, a long tarry into made up chores, mediocre television programming and attempting to track down family that won't spurn you but will in fact save you from efforts to eat your own head in a sudden bout of despair.
can you guess which category i presently fall into?
the weekend--a many splendored thing.
Saturday, March 06, 2004
there was a woman with pretty blonde hair and a blue parka. she wept and it seemed she cried out a long littany of complaint, but i couldn't hear her through the bleary bus window. she looked so terribly unhappy that i, too, felt sad. i think that if i'd been able to hear her moaning in her abrasive, foreign tongue, or caught wind of the whine in her words, my empathy would have dried up, to be replaced with an annoyed contempt.
