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The bath was spilling over, my self-pity spilling with it
Today is the first Sunday in ages I don’t feel totally knackered and miserable. I went home relatively early, decided not to force myself to go anywhere just for the sake of it and to feel less like a loser who works Monday to Friday and spends the weekends just as boring. But instead of staying out till noon I went to sleep and had the weirdest dream about walking around town with a drug dealer named Duck. Recently, I’ve developed a rather unhealthy love for Tatort and takeaway food, preferably both at the same time, sitting in the corner of my room on my two mattresses, my laptop placed on a Sternburg beer crate, my brain switched off, slowly forgetting what I am actually here for. I am constantly thinking about what to do to add some excitement to my life but it never really goes beyond “dye my hair and get a new tattoo”. The be honest, for me it’s not even such a big deal to get something permanently inked on my body, it’s not like I’m sitting at home wondering whether or not I will regret it one day. I just need keep reminding myself I can do everything I want to do, I just need to fucking do it. Be right back, I’m going to re-invent myself, no big deal, but it does require getting out of bed.
I don’t mean to sound like the laziest bum of all times, I actually do stuff, I renewed my gym membership the other day and I’ve actually gone since, I have a job which I enjoy and which I am good at I guess, I keep ticking off items on my to-do list on a regular base and I have a social life which is more or less satisfying so it’s kind of alright, I just get bored easily. The nice weather over here gives you the feeling it’s socially unacceptable to stay inside, you need to leave the house to pursue some sort of outdoor activity, even if it’s just sitting around in the park drinking. If you make the mistake to log into Facebook chat, don’t be surprised by the forceful “GO OUTSIDE!” messages you will receive. “Why are you not outside then?” – “I need to study.” Oh, alright, lucky you.
It’s Sunday afternoon, I’m enjoying the benifts of a clear mind and a hydrated body, listening to David Bowie, a Tatort episode loading in the background, the sun’s shining into my window on the fourth floor and next week I am finally making a tattoo appointment, I swear. And maybe, between all the work and sleep, I might find some time to re-invent myself, it’s on my to-do list, clearly.
































