Do you ever feel like an old pair of jeans?π You know the kind you wear two days in a row simply because the other pair's at the bottom of the hamper and you need a belt for the other ones anyway? Well, I do, all the time, you know... worn thin, grungy, full of holes, and practically an insignificant piece of garbage that is loved to pieces by everyone and everything. Those pair of jeans.π You get the idea. I'm just having one of ...those days, not a good day and not a bad one either just a day where you wake up and think "oh... I'm awake" and then sitting in your bed you wonder if you could hit your head on something so you could wind up in a coma where no responsibility waits, no people vying for your attention, no energy spentπ, just... peace. Then logic pulls you into reality and guilt about all the work you need to do and the people who are counting on you and suddenly you're out of bed ready to start the day and you begin to feel confident in...
Some philosophical whimsy found within the recesses of my mind.