It's monday , and I'm back to work, with an awesome swollen eye. It keeps getting better, than worse, than better again. It was all awesome last night and I thought it was going to go away, but this morning I woke up and it was kinda ugly again. And now It's better again. Who knows what's next, right?
I want nothing more to go home and go back to sleep and wake up with my eye back to normal. So I'm literally just counting down the time until I get to leave for the day. 2hrs 50mins to be exact.
I hate mondays. As it is I'm usually in no mood to work on Mondays so to force myself to work is enough of a hassle but apparently I'm not the only person who does not check in until tuesday rolls around. I get ahold of so few people on Mondays that it feels like I'm not really accomplishing anything substantial. Nothing ever happens on Mondays so even as I sit here trying to think of something interesting to write about nothing of any worth comes out. 2hrs 43 minutes left.
Why is it that times seems to go slower when you want it to fly by, and the moments in life you really enjoy the moments you live for that make you feel really, really alive vanish before you even realize they're happening.
The Stye in my eye feels like it's been here for months
Work goes by slower than slow
and it feels like it will be years before I get my drum-set. 2hrs 40 mins to go.
Yet, -When I'm laying in bed with my wife before I fall asleep and I'm just looking at her it feels like I blink and then I'm waking up and having to go to work.
-Weekends are never long enough.
-When I tell myself " You can stay up for 1 more hour, and enjoy this time with friends" I look at my clock what feels like seconds later and I've been up for 2 hrs.
-Sunny Days that are followed by cold days
-Enjoying having my best friends in the whole world living literally feet away. 2hrs 35 mins left
These are the times that I wish would last forever and not disappear. So I will try desperately to grasp at everyone of them , cherish them, hope I don't miss a single one and lock them away deep in my most sacred place so when I'm having days like this one where time stands still, I can pull them out and relive them in my mind and pass the time.
I want every little detail like the last thing she said to me before she fell asleep, what shirt he was wearing when we sat in the park and the cop asked us if that abandoned car belonged to us, what kind of wine she was drinking for the 15 minutes where we had our first one on one conversation in way too long, which Ed Hardy hat he was wearing the night we went out just the 2 of us and he spilled his guts for hours about a broken heart, the funny looks where words are simply not needed to communicate a thought or the way my friends and family look through the eyes of dancing, crazy gorilla mask wearing fool. 2hrs 25 mins
These are the memories I want the most so when I close my eyes just tight enough I can see pictures, watch movies, and listen to songs that make me smile.
I know this post took a strange turn from surface b.s. into something more deep but please do not mistake these thoughts as sad ones for they are not at all. They are very happy thoughts of my most favorite things. Screw getting old. We are the young ones, we are boys and girls not Men and Women. Men and Women get old, Men and Women aren't invincible, Men and Women rely too much on logic and not enough on emotion. Men and Women have to remind themselves to stop and smell roses. That's not me, that's not us.
Who want's to make some memories?
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2 comments:
This makes me want to dance and yell and spin, I feel so good when I read it. I forever want to be riding passenger with my feet on the dash, with you singing me a song, with both of us blowing smoke out of our mouths into the dark before kissing.
I love you, boy.
Word! Good shit friend!! I don't have anything else to say!!!
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