Wednesday, 6 September 2017

TIRED AND FORGETFUL

I'm tired I think. My muscles ache and twitch and my eyes feel heavy. Presumably my body is still adapting to the gym, one month in.

There are all kinds of other tirednesses in my life though - not just physical. I'm tired of social media turning us all into experts, I'm tired of people who've forgotten how to say thank you, and I'm tired of arguments erupting between forces and ideas that simply won't be changed by the debate, other than to reinforce their entrenchment.

I'm also tired of the ongoing treadmill of working, cooking, cleaning and sleeping. There surely has to be more than that, right? What is life without the fresh glimmer of adventure?

Yet the kitchen conversations remain, with everyone saying the same things, making the same jokes and backing out of the room with the same quips time after time after time after time... and me too! I do it, unthinkingly slipping into the cultural norm and commenting about the changeable weather, the long grass in my garden and the 'plans for the weekend'...

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I forgot to go to the doctor. After reminding myself last night, after the surgery texted me twice and after thinking about it as I parked the car in the car park and whistled into work... I sat here, and clean forgot, until it was a half-an-hour too late.

It's okay. I phoned up and rebooked it. I'm annoyed with myself though. What's more I've left my antibiotics at home.

I'm tired.

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