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So I had this remarkable morning. Or evening. Not because it was 'remarkable', but because I am going to 'remark' about it.
I was reading this story, full of information that may or may not be non-fiction.
And I realized some things.
The movies were over and Doom went to bed and assorted other things happened but mostly I was still reading this story, when it occurred to me that it was 5am. I looked over to see light coming in through the slits in the shades for the second 'night' in a row.
So I went into my bedroom and changed clothes. Then I went outside, locked my front door, and went for a walk. It was probably 5:10 by now and it was the nicest it'll be here, excluding rain, for at least 3 more months.
Then I went swimming. When I mentioned changing clothes earlier I neglected to mention that I just changed 'cloth' or whatever the singular would be, since I went from only wearing shorts to only wearing board-shorts.
I was actually in the pool for at least 30 minutes, randomly swimming around and thinking about quite a bit.
I thought about getting a job. Getting a car. Meeting people at work. Renting a space [actually this thought began on the walk to the pool] and slightly furnishing it and throwing casual parties in it with random groups of people that I could meet at rather unassuming locations like anywhere I seem to end up being. Mostly I thought about all the changes I could make and how I kind of miss being social. Reading about the quasi-social stuff from that particular story on myboot was making me nostalgic or reverse-regretful, which is to say, regretful of things I haven't not done yet.
But then.. I also spent time in that pool thinking about how remarkably spry I felt considering I hadn't slept yet, and how alive and active I felt. I had the sense that I'd been away from the outdoors, in whatever mockery of a sense of the word, for quite a while now. But I also knew that in 6 hours, there wouldn't be much of an outdoors to return to in this area.
I didn't indent any of these paragraphs.
I think I settled on preparing to get a car but not getting a job, and also on how much more I might have done this last year and a half if I HAD owned a car this entire time. And I thought about the dichotomy, the hermit and the socialite.
Mostly though, I thought about how cold it felt to be soaked and in shorts for so much of the walk back from the pool. Then I was drying already, and thinking about the tomatoes, plastic produce bag and all, that I'd hung from a tree outside the apartment and that were now staring at me in amusement as I walked by dripping.
But I sat down to finish the story I'd been reading earlier, and now it's 8:15.
As for the changes, I suppose we'll see.
I was reading this story, full of information that may or may not be non-fiction.
And I realized some things.
The movies were over and Doom went to bed and assorted other things happened but mostly I was still reading this story, when it occurred to me that it was 5am. I looked over to see light coming in through the slits in the shades for the second 'night' in a row.
So I went into my bedroom and changed clothes. Then I went outside, locked my front door, and went for a walk. It was probably 5:10 by now and it was the nicest it'll be here, excluding rain, for at least 3 more months.
Then I went swimming. When I mentioned changing clothes earlier I neglected to mention that I just changed 'cloth' or whatever the singular would be, since I went from only wearing shorts to only wearing board-shorts.
I was actually in the pool for at least 30 minutes, randomly swimming around and thinking about quite a bit.
I thought about getting a job. Getting a car. Meeting people at work. Renting a space [actually this thought began on the walk to the pool] and slightly furnishing it and throwing casual parties in it with random groups of people that I could meet at rather unassuming locations like anywhere I seem to end up being. Mostly I thought about all the changes I could make and how I kind of miss being social. Reading about the quasi-social stuff from that particular story on myboot was making me nostalgic or reverse-regretful, which is to say, regretful of things I haven't not done yet.
But then.. I also spent time in that pool thinking about how remarkably spry I felt considering I hadn't slept yet, and how alive and active I felt. I had the sense that I'd been away from the outdoors, in whatever mockery of a sense of the word, for quite a while now. But I also knew that in 6 hours, there wouldn't be much of an outdoors to return to in this area.
I didn't indent any of these paragraphs.
I think I settled on preparing to get a car but not getting a job, and also on how much more I might have done this last year and a half if I HAD owned a car this entire time. And I thought about the dichotomy, the hermit and the socialite.
Mostly though, I thought about how cold it felt to be soaked and in shorts for so much of the walk back from the pool. Then I was drying already, and thinking about the tomatoes, plastic produce bag and all, that I'd hung from a tree outside the apartment and that were now staring at me in amusement as I walked by dripping.
But I sat down to finish the story I'd been reading earlier, and now it's 8:15.
As for the changes, I suppose we'll see.