I haven't written in a while... Well I tried a few days ago, and that didn't go well. And with my track record a poem in drafts might as well be deleted. I liked the idea though and I may try again. Anyways, I don't remember how I usually start impulseprose blogposts and I think I need to make a standard opening like a mandevillegirl I know. Or not... meh.
I don't really have a theme or idea for this post. Though I hope as I write I fall into some deep quasi-philosophical and almost poetic musing as to some meaning or understanding of time. I mean, that is what I do. Isn't it? Or share some Summer plans with my handful of readers across like 2 or 3 parishes (which actually might be a problem with at least one of my Summer plans). Or write about everything I've wanted to write about all of last month, but didn't... for some reason that I'm not quite *cough *exams*cough* sure about. Well, in hindsight let's not do the latter, that sounds like a long, long post, or a short one; depending on my memory. So I'm still pretty undecided as to the subject of this post. So it will be a strange ride from here on.
Talking about indecision: that, I have decided, is my most definitive trait. (Excuse the irony of that sentence) I mean I have been described as many things, and the only thing I know myself to be 100% of the time is indecisive. I get around it by not being picky most of the time, so I can function. Since most daily decisions are basically inconsequential in my opinion.
"What are yo gonna eat for breakfast?" umm idk.. I'll just skip breakfast I guess.
"Where are we going?" haha, when you know me long enough, you don't ask questions like that. "When are you going to actually talk to your mother about you suddenly changing your career path in the last part of the last year of high school and which university are you going to go to in order to pursue this goal and..." ...
You can see where that sort of attitude can fall apart when the consequences of not choosing isn't minor discomfort a few minutes before lunch or aimless walking... I believe that if there is anything which will be detrimental to me in the so called "real world" (though I pretty much know that we are in the "real world"... adulthood isn't a door into a different kaleidoscope from the one us kids look through... same world, different stakes I guess) it will be my indecisiveness. I should work on that.
So yeah. I'm currently I'm on the verge of Summer. Two exams left, that I've technically studied for already. I spent most of my last 3 days watching movies. (I strongly recommend The Grand Budapest Hotel to anyone who doesn't consider a good fight scene the making of a movie) And like ever Summer it stats with two things. Me forgetting to get a job and my parents' anniversary. The former is saddening but not particularly interesting, so let's discuss the latter.
My parents have been married for 25 years today. 25 years. That is a very impressive milestone, so firstly, I congratulate them. It dawned on me a few minutes ago that to my knowledge I don't have many friends who's parent are both married and have been married longer than their children have been alive. That says something. Marriage seems to be a dying institution, well, at least lasting marriage does, and this makes 25 years hella impressive. So this Saturday they will be celebrating with a renewal of vows (for which I will unfortunately have to see my barber...) and being the endest/only Son I'm going to have to deliver a toast... and for once I know what I'm going to say.
Greatly dwarfed by the gargantuan quarter of a century, this coming Sunday I will be in a relationship myself for a quarter of a year.... haha... Hear, Hear.
This coming summer is intrinsically special, I guess. By the end of it I'll be moving out of my parent's house... in a way. I'll be dependent on them in a few way's still but not in many that I've been up to this point. Definitely one of those milestones I guess, though I'm still unsure what after-summer will bring. Or what during-summer will bring. I have plans, but my plans are generally about as good as my decision making, so you can see why I may be a bit worried.
At least I know my during and after Summer hairstyle... which is basically uncut. So I look forward to breaking more combs
So yes, I've written a blog post about nothing in particular, and It's about time I closed it.
-Me
