My friend called me the other day and was complaining about life always being... the same. I laughed out loud. He's not middle-aged yet, but he can see it coming around the bend. I've been living it for quite sometime. It weirdly hits me the most every week as I take the same sheets off the same bed and throw them in the same washing machine and wash them with the same detergent and the same fabric softener. "Didn't I just do this?" I think to myself. How did my life become a series of events that culminate in a weekly sheet washing event?
I now totally understand why people go through a mid-life crisis. I thought it was silly when I was young, when I was traveling, exploring, becoming me. I didn't understand what 13 years of living in the exact same place, doing the exact same thing could do to a person. I mean, thank god I didn't know what it meant, that would be a horrible way to spend your youth, worrying about being old! But now that I know, I'm not sure what to do with the information.
Buy different sheets? Really, doesn't constitute a change.
Buy a new car? It's just a car.
Burn down your house, move to Mexico and learn to speak Spanish? Too improbable and there's no reason to destroy a perfectly good house.
I have no idea what to do now; how to see the world with new eyes when I know almost exactly what is going to happen tomorrow. And I know with unwavering certainty that I am going to wash those same sheets with the same detergent and the same fabric softener in less than a week.
1 comment:
Well, hopefully your trip brings things into perspective!!! I just try something different or try to master a new skill. (photography being my new bag) Good luck though
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