On Sunday afternoon I took a long nap in which I dreamed I was worried about my future. I couldn’t sleep later that night because I kept worrying about worrying about my future after I woke up. I’ve also been going through a few weeks of not really feeling things. Naturally, I went for a walk around my neighbourhood at 1am.
My discoveries from that walk:
- At least one inhabitant of this leafy suburb enjoys the sensations delivered by blueberry-flavoured condoms.
- A bunch of randomly blinking yellow traffic lights usually improves the look of a street late at night.
- The old man in the corner house near my street – otherwise known as Kareem Abdul-Jabbar’s relative – loves watching Seinfeld reruns more than he cares about repairing his wall, five years after a car smashed into it. Fair enough, dude.
I came home after a while, mostly to sit on the step near my room so the dogs could lick my face. I still couldn’t sleep after that, though. Washed my face (I think) and went for another walk at around 3am.
Thoughts from that one:
- Walking is possibly an overrated way of helping you thinking about your problems, but a great way of helping you forget about them.
- There are definitely more cockroaches than humans in my neighbourhood.
[Monomania.]