The weather is just perfect. I decide to run errands; I go to the mall with the intention of buying green tea.
More than an hour later, I come home with the following: a pretty grey knit sweater from Zara (I couldn’t resist), a novel by John Grisham ( I thought it’d be a good book to read on my summer vacation), four muesli bars, air freshener, an acne cream from the pharmacy (doctor’s prescription – the first one is almost finished) and carrots!
All I did was make a mental note of what I needed to buy (for pete’s sake, it’s just green tea!), dash in and out before I got carried away, then I got to the mall and remembered every other thing but the green tea. Story of my life.
Oh well, it’s 12 noon; I have an hour to write some. I make a mental note to do something which I’m trying to recall. Uh, what was is it again?… Ah, yes I have to print a new cheque book from the ATM; my rent is due. My agent sends me a message saying that the rent has increased. I reply, “How so, did you increase the size of the room”? He says, “I only increased your rent by a 100 bucks. The rents for the other tenants have increased by…..” and he goes on to tell me the exact amounts of the new rent. Yawn, like I care. I have lived in this place for the past two years. 2015 will be my third year. The walls are starting to feel like they are closing in. I think I need to to make the place feel at home once again. So I make a plan, more like procrastinate. I decide to change the color of the wall to something different; maybe white, off white, baby blue? I go online, find some samples and send the photos to my friend. Let’s call her Wembley. She calls me Fraggle. Or is it the other way round? I’ll have to ask her. Anyway, I send Wembley some photos to help me decide which color to use. She says white is too immaculate; “people who paint their houses white don’t like kids very much”, she says. Well, I love kids, but I can teach them not to touch the walls, can’t I?
That would be very bad of me seeing as I spent most of my childhood defacing the walls of our house. My parents didn’t mind though. Dear, God if you’re reading this please don’ let my kids do the same to me. Phew! it’s 12:13pm. I’m hungry; I think I’ll take my lunch break now. By lunch I mean roasted turkey salad (what in the world, I need meat!) and most certainly two cups or more of green tea afterwards.
12:48pm: Lunch break is over. I’m not sure what I ate – I order this salad from a coffee shop across the street. Normally it comes with a very small amount of macaroni. Lately, it’s been looking more like macaroni salad with slices of turkey on the side. Green tea is brewing in my mug engraved with the signs “Do Not Disturb” on one side of the mug and “Out of Order” on the other. Sublime messages are not my really my thing, but that’s a cool mug. The office is getting cold; I check my weather app and it says 27°C. I work in a skyscraper so there’s a fat chance I’m writing this from the stratosphere.
2:15pm: I take a break to delve into my myriad of thoughts in search of any pending task I am supposed to have accomplished this week. So far, it’s only the cheque book and this is a good sign. “There must be something else”, I say. I think very hard and try to come up with something. So far, there’s nothing…Oh wait, I have an overdue assignment on Fluid Mechanics to hand in. I have to write to my supervisor; I want to ask him to give me more time to get it done. Phew!
Last night I’m tucked in, searching for a movie to watch on my laptop after having exhausted myself from watching Lie To Me non stop. The series is finally starting to get to me because I can’t twitch my lips without thinking there’s someone staring at me and wondering what I may have been up to. I need a break.
Finally, I find one and it’s about aliens. Battle of Los Angeles, I think. Then I recall a story some guy from last year (this is how I describe my exes) shared with me about a certain Canadian who claims to have seen them. I want to believe his story; but then again which girl in her right mind wouldn’t? Especially if according to the claim, aliens are blond and quite tall. On the contrary, as I recall the fallen angels in the bible fit this description and at this point I think it’s best to keep an open mind. Where was I? Aha! the movie.
Anyway I try to stream but it’s taking forever; it’s almost 11pm and I have to turn in.
While waiting for the movie to load, I decide to check my Facebook for any updates. Suddenly, a post looms right in my face – it’s about aliens! My curious side gets the best of me and I click open the link. Next thing I know I’m reading all about alien abduction. UFO sightings, the abductees’ vague recollection of what happened to them, the memory loss. Uh, this is not good. I live alone; my windows are wide open. Quickly, I jump out from the bed to make sure all the doors are locked. Good, they are. I tiptoe back to bed. Where’s this paranoia coming from? I thought I just fantasized about dating a tall blond guy some day and I’m thinking “if he had supernatural powers, that would be really cool”.
I laugh at myself, but no so loud because I am still frightened and would not want to attract anything, blond or otherwise. I look out the window and I see a light in the sky. I lie very still with my eyes squeezed shut and after a few seconds, I hear the drone and I relax a bit. It’s just a plane not a spaceship, silly!
At this point I have to reverse the whole teenage fantasy because you never know what you could attract with your thoughts. Oh yes, I’ve been reading a lot about the law of attraction and our subconscious and I wouldn’t want anything to contradict my beliefs.
Damn it! My tummy hurts as I write. It’s about that time of the month, I experience all kinds of emotions so this isn’t new. Gotta run! see you soon!
2014 for me was a pretty good year with lots of experiences and life lessons. Since it’s paved the way for yet another year filled with fun, adventure, happiness among other pleasant things, all I can be is grateful. On this note, I would like to wish you all a Happy new year filled with love, laughter and more laughter.