Today simply started out with “tiring” written on a sticky note attached to it. And it all began when I randomly woke up at around 11:15 when the alarm was supposed to set off at 15:00.

I have no idea what made me wake up that early (considering the fact that I managed to go to sleep at about 7 o’clock in the morning) but, since I had a lot of things to do, I decided to play along and lazily crawled out of the warm bed.

After the regular “feed the cats, change their water, feed the fish, clean up the litter box” routine, I went out. First stop was the post office, where I picked up my Lake of Tears ticket for the concert in Bucharest on the 11th of March and sent two postcards for the Postcrossing project. I also had to pick up some money in my dad’s name, but they told me they can’t give them to me and I have to call some whatever number and talk to those guys about inheritance issues and stuff. When a machine answered and started to say its “poem”, I hung up since I was in no mood for such a process.

Anyhow, this was the easy part. Next thing I had to go get food and drinks, since mom has been away and I have to do that myself (yes, I’m as lazy as it gets when it comes to buying non computer related stuff). After going here and there, gathering more and more bags, I ended up realising that my hands were almost dead from the weight. Heading home I told myself I should really go get myself a driving licence – it would’ve made things so easier…

On my way home I saw a girl passing by me. Judging from the way she looked, she wasn’t more than 16-17 and I actually would’ve said she was pretty if it wasn’t for the extra purple makeup from her eyes. She was joyfully walking down the street while listening to music from a CD player.

I don’t really know what music and I can’t really say I care, but for an instant I felt terribly old and common, another person coming home tired from shopping after a tough day (well, I didn’t have such a tough day with job or classes or something alike, but that was the idea in my mind). And memories of some other times when I used to be more or less like that, going out, listening to music, not caring about stuff like “Where the hell am I supposed to find lemon juice in this frelling city?!”. And damn it, I’m not old at all, but I tend to get such bitter thoughts more and more often lately.

Well, maybe it was just this day and all the things I had to do (and, normally, I wouldn’t actually have to), maybe it’s this desolate look with all the dirty half-melted snow, but I think I just realised that I simply won’t be able to live like this, in this forsaken city, every day of my life. And I know I’ve somehow had a holiday ever since uni started, but I definitely need a real holiday, to travel to some places away from here for at least a couple of weeks.

Categories: Thoughts