It has been an ultra redefining
week on so many levels. Well I haven’t exactly discovered anything I wasn’t
previously aware of, but everything that had been happening with me or around
me has reconfirmed some old theories and feelings.
I am a slave of my routine. Anything
that interferes with my daily habits one way or another automatically tends to
go on a blacklist that ranges between dislike, discomfort and disassociation
altogether.
For those of you who don’t know
me in person, here is a concise summary: I am your basic heavy smoker/insomniac
with no car. That being said, it is quite understandable how a 24/7 coffee shop
near home with an indoor smoking section can work perfectly well for me.
I have been almost living in the
same spot for the past 10 years or so. The coffee shop itself changed, the
people changed, the cab drivers even changed, but I am still the same. I come
here religiously, every night, for the same experience, the same enjoyments,
with the odd twist here and there of course.
So could somebody please tell me
why am I having to undergo a relatively massive change in the space of less
than a week? It simply isn’t conceivable in my mind; having to go from
devotedly smoking indoors 24/7 to shamefully smoking outdoors 21/7 is just NOT
fair!!!! Not to mention that I have lost the place as a depot as well! I know
an explanation is due now and it goes – or used to go to be more precise – like
this: The fact that I have no car and that I feel lost without my huge laptop
makes me carry it with me wherever I go, and since on some rare occasions I
actually have plans elsewhere, but must – and I mean MUST! – come to the coffee
shop before AND after the night out, I would usually keep the laptop with the
staff for the duration of my plans, and then come back, retrieve it, use it and
go home with it. Now what do you suggest I do with my humongous laptop when I
need to go out?? And how am I to use it before leaving and dispose of it then? And
why oh why don’t I get the chance to use after all my boring plans anymore??
Rant, rant, ranting I do best! I
know. But in this case, I have earned the right to do it, haven’t I? I mean
come on, after all those years, you chose this week of all weeks to start
closing at 3:00 a.m.? What does it even denote to close for 3 meager hours when
you need an hour to close down and another to open up? Isn’t it enough that I
now have to sweat in the heat and shiver in the cold just because I have been
dubbed as an uncivilized smoker? I ask you, isn’t that a sufficiently
undeserved and uncalled for punishment?
On another note, I may have
become slightly superstitious this week as well. It all started when I caught
the bouquet my friend threw on her first wedding anniversary. Does catching the
bouquet really mean I am going to meet someone and be the next to walk the
isle? And what exactly could it mean that I caught it one year too late?
On yet another note, there has
been a lot of dreaming going on. Between the dreams of my relatives, those of
my friends and my own, I have been stealing cars, secretly buying cars, and
attending some very fishy gatherings. I have also been misplacing my clothes
and walking on red sand.
Now link the dreams to the
rotting flowers, deprive me of smoking altogether, send me to bed at midnight,
and drive me off tomorrow to the nut house in a stolen green Renault. How about
that?
