Guys I used to just love to sit and write years ago. I don’t ever write anymore. It’s something I truly do miss. This idea came to me on my way home from work yesterday…in traffic where everyone seemed so impatient. So I ran with my thoughts a bit….
we wake in a hurry, having hit the snooze button one too many times; hurry to get ourselves showered, dressed, and grab something that resembles what we call breakfast; a cup of coffee, a bruised banana, half of a donut leftover from the day before
we are in a hurry to drive to the jobs we hate in a hurry to get ourselves to a place where all we do is complain
we’re in a hurry to get to work for someone we can’t stand, doing something we don’t enjoy, earning a “living” or so its called, but it barely is enough
because we’re in a hurry to spend our money on the latest “this” or the latest “that”, just to keep ourselves up with those “jones'” that everyone is so quick to talk about
we are in a hurry to get through the day; watching the clock as closely as possible, hoping the time just flies away but finding that it is at a stand-still
we are in a hurry to get through the day, in a hurry to beat traffic, swerving in and out of the lanes to get past those who are going too slow, which is at a speed that is already in excess of the limit
we are eager to get home, to a husband we don’t love, to a wife that we are cheating on
we are in a hurry to make dinner, popping something frozen into a microwave, because “home-cooked” is no longer practical
we are aware that our children are not home, to which we simply shrug our shoulders and hope that they are getting fed somewhere else
we “sit down” to dinner, not a word spoken of true communication, other than a list of complaints, demands, or things on the “to-do” list that have yet to be checked off
we quickly make an excuse about an errand we have to do, dismiss ourselves from the others’ company, and leave to meet up with the person we’d rather be with than our spouse
we return home, realizing the late hour, and hurry to get ready for bed, peeling ourselves out of the clothes we’ve been in all day, wiping our makeup off, removing our watches, our rings
we quickly slip ourselves into bed, giving an obligatory kiss on the head of our spouse and roll over into a restless sleep knowing that in just a few hours we will be in a hurry again to pull ourselves from the bed in which we overslept in
to hurry to repeat the same process again, day after day
That’s where my mind is currently. Random, I know. What better way to link up with Ms. Amanda for her fun Thinking Out Loud party!