(sorry to all John Keates fans out there)
I’m looking out my window, sipping coffee out of mug sporting an expressionless snowman – save for its forced merriment indicated by its outstretched arms drawn on by its creator. Other times of the year, this isn’t considered; the mug is strictly utilitarian – tall, ceramic, and connected to a large handle for mornings where the pall of last night’s drinking has rendered your hands and brain useless. There is no point for me to ponder the grim grey of morning living an average first world life but they are all just hanging above my head.
– Work has been a bother with all the executives scrambling to get their yearly goals done. Everyone is rushing and project managers are setting unrealistic time lines. I should be grateful for having a job in such a depressed state economy.
– Money, a product from all that work that I’ve been doing. I work to fill my house with soul-less decorations and hollow gifts to put into peoples hands.
– Death. I’ve been spending my quiet time pondering my birthday and why I’m not going to die underneath my own self-diagnosed brilliance like Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, or Kurt Cobain. Amrozi told me that “After 28 it’s all down hill”, I know it was said in jest but the ring of truth just resonates.
– Holidays… despite my discreetness I am expected to make appearances at holiday parties. I haven’t been diagnosed with social anxiety disorder but if I was I’d pin that to a sweater or a jacket as my holiday outfit. Like the snowman on my mug, I just want to get this over this season so I can go back to being a regular vessel for coffee.
