My typical day starts at 7.00 to 7.15 am. I hate waking up. No shit. I usually take an hour long shower and the details should be better kept as a secret. Ah, just joking, I just like taking my time, recalling the past and conceiving the future. After a hearty breakfast, my day starts as usual and yeah, I like noticing the small details that don't actually matter, throughout the day.
I just started to enjoy walking in the morning. As different people pass me by, it's fun to observe and make "educated" guesses like he probably likes to watch the 9 o'clock news naked on his couch or she probably had sex last night with an almost stranger.
I tend to think of random things at times. Things that don't have anything to do with what I am doing at the moment. Actually things that don't have anything to do with my life. Typical huh? Well, mmmhm, yeah, that's kind of me. I think of things, weird things like bedbug infected neighbors in New York city, what happens if you breed akita inu with a husky, would it be actually cool if some country's national anthem was the song "surfin' bird" by the trashmen, my boss at work is a cyborg sent from planet xindaz, why are nice girls incapable of dumping a fucking asshole for the better or what would I have done if I were Ross on "Friends". As bizarre as it sounds, these are the thoughts that let me get going throughout the day. A mental break of some sort.
I love mornings - that is totally excluding the wake up process. Ah, the sunshine, the swarming traffic with the almost deafening experience, god, drivers like to honk here in UB, the smog that lets you see the 5 meters radius of your current location and some familiar faces that I see everyday while walking to work. When some of the familiar faces cannot be identified, I assume that they are probably either dying in bed from a fever or puking his ass off from a rough nite out. I love the brown building on the way to my work (please no comments about brown stuff, haha. ps: it's an inside joke). I love the woman who is a complete fashion killer (pink sweat pants, green colored high heels and rainbow colored hat, seriously?) whom I pass by at 9.06 am everyday ( I love being late to work even though it is a five minute walk from home).
I hate evenings - knowing that you will go home and sleep and wake up the next morning. Other than that there a few pet peeves I could possibly mention. I hate traveling with strangers in an elevator. Especially when there are only two of us. Awkward as fuck. I always get this rather ridiculous feeling, where you know the person well enough to get into the same elevator and constantly stare at each other for 3 and a half minutes, but not well enough to exchange words. Always awkward. Then I hate giving presentation even though I make thousands of them everyday. Why? Because I always fuck up the first minute or two. Luckily presentations are usually longer than that and I would get some time to rebound back the charisma points I lost at the beginning. I hate people playing "battleshit" in the bathroom while I am using it. Bathroom is a place of enlightenment for me as whenever I decide to go for a number two, I always grab a print out of an interesting article or a book. It's a public bathroom, keep your noise down for crying out loud!
Anyways, whether it is the loud pig in the other compartment of the bathroom or the lovely lady with the rainbow hat, I always wanted to thank all the small things that make my day, well "my day". Goodnight.
