I don’t like Mondays.
Except that I do.
Mondays, to me, are a day for fresh starts.
On Monday… I’ll start eating more vegetables.
On Monday… I’ll start getting more exercise.
On Monday… I’ll stop messing with the high-priced hookers.
But, I don’t feel that way today.
Today I’d much rather be curled up in my big comfy chair, in front of my TV, watching last night’s episode of “The Wire” that I have pvr’d.
My fingers don’t even want to co-operate with typing this post.
It’s my birthday on Saturday. The 18th. (You all have five shopping days left.)
Typically my birthdays put me in a weird, introspective headspace.
Seems like it’ll be the same this year.
I had a dream the other night that I was living in a WalMart with my friends Coo Funk (from “The apartment” quadrology.) and The Goat (the friend we went to visit in the volleyball player/werewolf thing.) I met Natalia Cigliuti and we started dating. Yes, also in WalMart.
My point? She’s realllly cute.
Actually that’s not my point.
Both Coo Funk and The Goat are married – as are an increasing number of my friends. And that is very cool. Especially since none of us are getting any younger or prettier.
I suspect that if you had asked someone when we were teenagers, which of “the boys” would be amongst the first to get married, I probably would have gotten a lot of votes.
Maybe I didn’t have a point afterall.
I feel like I need one of those Monday fresh starts, but on a bigger scale.
Like I want to go someplace. Maybe Ireland. Maybe Australia. Grow a beard. Work in bars and restaurants for a couple months. Spend my time roaming and writing in some beat-up old notebook. Maybe work as a deckhand on some schooner. I know how to sail.
Maybe grow my hair. Maybe buzz it off. Maybe one then the other.
Definitely a beard though.
Maybe I need a new relationship.
Maybe my own idealism would just wreck it.
Maybe not though.
Maybe I need new t-shirts. 100% cotton. Size XL (or XL tall if they have them.)
I used to get bogged down on what ifs, how comes and thoughts on how I could have changed things in the past. I don’t find myself doing that anymore. I spend my time thinking about the present and the future much more. That is a good thing.
I still have no idea what the fuck I am going to do. But, I feel better equipped to figure it out.
And I have a hole in my sock.