A pensive morning in Glennallen.
Thoughts of things that shouldn't matter flush through my brain. These thoughts could be characterized as lunacy but they're merely thoughts to take up the empty space in my brain.
Today is a beautiful day marred only by the fact that I'm stuck inside. Is there life after the nine to five? Maybe I missed my calling--maybe I should have been a bandit. Imagine that -- you make your own hours and make money through making the right moves. So what if termination in this line of work goes beyond simply being fired.
Blue skies play the backdrop to cartoonish white clouds. What a beautiful day. I should be outside somewhere with a line in the water. I should be frolicing with lovely lady-types. I should be preparing for my next dive into a lake. I should be anywhere but stuck at work. Proper.
I want to go camping but not until I have someone to hold. Something about camping alone or with anyone who wouldn't join me in nefarious activities leaves me wanting more. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with camping by yourself or with a friend. I'm saying that there's someone out there who's going to get freaky by the fire with me one day. Until then, I'll settle for my porch or deck. Let it be known that I am from the generation raised by Friday the 13th movies and I respect the fact that the only good campers are the ones smoking weed, drinking alchohol, and having sweaty associations with each other. Another way to put that: The only good camper is a dead one.
I like the tourists. Especially those from other countries. There are tourists though that try so hard to have a good time that they stress the entire trip and make it miserable. Unfortunatly for me and whoever is reading -- they're about one in five. Welcome to the land of the free: Our shitty jobs afford us very little vacation time. Welcome to the land of the brave: We need a vacation from our vacation when it's all over with.
There's a clue in all of that somewhere. Probably the latter portion more than anything. That's what this life is. It's one very short vacation: Try not to stress.
STRESS. Pull your hair out. Bite your nails. Screw this--I'm having a smoke.
HA!
