I don’t know about you but when I was a kid I could sure as hell waste a day. Whether it was a day of nonstop tv or video games, I could tune out for hours at a time and reluctantly be pulled back to regular life by Monday/school or my mom throwing something at me.
It wasn’t every weekend or all summer long, but a day here and there was easy. I remember sitting in a very uncomfortable rocking chair all day playing Nintendo 64 with soda cans lined up next to me. (Before saying “this is why American children are over weight,” I played sports too and was/sort of am a fit son of a something, so chill out.)
Anyway, today I had no plans. I’ve been sort of busy all week and spending free time reading like a madman, so I gave myself today to binge watch netflix instant or whatever other nothing I wanted to do. About an hour in I was losing my mind. I was watching some random show on netflix that I can’t even remember and already felt the beginnings of a headache. After one more episode I gave up and started reading, Anagrams by Lorrie Moore, and drinking coffee, juice and water.
I already knew that hours of tv annoyed me, but it seems like I can’t do it at all now. Just another thing to add to the list. Fast food is occasionally alright but usually gives me an upset stomach now. Same with soda. Need more sleep. Can’t skip meals as easily. And all of a sudden water feels good to drink. Oh, and posture is important, who knew?
It feels morally and physically wrong to not do anything. Even if it’s as simple as reading a book or going for a walk. Maybe biking downtown to get a cup of coffee and watch people go about their day. Writing a little something. Adding an idea to the list. Or combing through my half ideas I’ve scribbled in my notebook. Something. Anything.
Crumbles Away 