Remembering the Nights I Don't Remember
Halies Comet... the census... a good song on the radio... a decent car from Chevrolet...
Have you noticed the pattern yet? Alex... I'll take 'Things That Only Happen A Few Times in a Lifetime' for $1000, please.
I've got something else to add to the list: my day off. Yes, folks, it's happened again. Grab your binoculars, open a lawn chair, and bring some wine to toast the momentous occasion. I'm off today and not even a flaming ball of ice moving through space is going to distract me from this celebration. You'd think today couldn't get any better. But check this: I get Friday off too! I know... I gasped for what seems like hours when I saw my schedule.
The funny thing is... I make the schedule. And I almost always give myself days off. But it seems like every week for the last two months my supervisor has come in behind me and changed something. The result is usually the same: I loose a day off. Now to be fair, it's usually only partially lost... as in I have to work a half-day. Anyone remember Office Space? "Yeah... I'm going to need you to go ahead and come in on Saturday... just so you know this isn't like... a half-day or anything". You get the idea.
I slept in. Way in. I finally rolled out of bed at close to 1:30 in the afternoon. I spent the next hour "waking up". You know how that goes, right? A lot of eye-rubbing... some yawning... shuffling around the house... getting the first two Dews of the day downed... the usual. Once I was officially awake, I sat down to check my email, instant messages, and take a look at my collection of "daily websites". That took about an hour or so. Then I fiddled around with some program on my computer. I crawled back in bed and watched TV for a while. And now I'm writing this.
Earlier in the year, I wrote that I was having a hard time keeping myself entertained over the weekend (I used to have weekends off... pre-promotion). That was March. Now that September is only a few hours away, I'm wondering what's changed. Because I'm now fully capable of filling a day off with entertaining events. Granted... my forms of entertainment do not involve leaving my apartment. Most of these events can be done from my chair or the bed. And no, you filthy-minded perverts... that's NOT what I'm talking about.
Have I become so bored that the things that once bored me are now entertaining? Have I forgot what fun is? Or am I simply getting old and entering the realm of TV sitcoms, crossword puzzles, Depends, and afternoon naps?
Before I moved to Springfield, I barely spent any time at home. I was in school, I worked, and I had friends. If I wasn't in class or at work I was off with someone doing something. I mainly went home to sleep (and sometimes I didn't even do that). My friends and I would spend Thursday - Saturday out and about. The days that weren't spent out where spent bringing the out to us: party central (we even jokingly nicknamed one of the houses we'd go to "Club WT" because they would clear the living room of furniture for parties, set up lights and a sound system, and folks would spend the evening cutting a rug on the hardwood floors). I had a nickname - D.Rock - that was used to describe my alter ego who reared his head after a few drinks (D.Rock even had his own keg at one party).
At the time I thought I was having a blast. No... I didn't think I was having a blast. I really was. I was doing the young college student thing while somehow keeping time to make good grades and manage a store in the mall. I hear people at work talk about their weekend plans and I think "oh yeah... I remember doing that". When they ask me what I did over the weekend, my response is always the same: "I worked and I watched TV".
I'm not grumbling about my lack of old-school fun or even wishing I could go back in time and do it again. Instead, I think I'm coming to the realization that I really don't need much to occupy myself these days. It doesn't seem to take a lot to give me the feeling of contentment that I used to spend entire weekends and hundreds of dollars to find (booze is expensive... or at least I remember it seemed that way then... haha).
I'm only 26. Am I cutting my wild-n-crazy years short? Am I getting boring too soon? Or am I just progressing the way most people do? I'm not sure. What do you think?
posted by Derick @ 6:06 PM
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4 Comments:
I think you got it when you said contentment. It sounds like your life is at a point where you are comfortable with yourself and your surrounding. If you are generally satisfied with something, be it your life, a relationship or even your job, then you no longer have a need to seek fulfillment elsewhere. Maybe it is just a natural progression of life, but it’s definitely not a part of everyone’s life. Some people waste their whole life trying to find a place in themselves that they can be satisfied with.
See... that's the strange part: I don't like Springfield at all. There's nothing really bad about it... it just doesn't do anything at all for me.
I sometimes wonder if I'm not mistaking being content with a total lack of interest. I used to have the urge to go out and do new things... see new places... leave home every now and then. I don't have that urge anymore.
I think I need a change of scenery... haha.
Apathy, eh? Could be… Nothing outside of your apartment interests you (other than the peculiar neighbors), so the things inside just got that much more fascinating!
In reading your past entries I can see that you’ve never been that enamored with Springfield.
Melissa wrote:
"In reading your past entries I can see that you’ve never been that enamored with Springfield."
Haha... that's one way of putting it! ;)
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