Bed

Sometimes I never want to leave the comfort of my bed.

The urge is particularly strong in the rainy season, when you're bundled up warmly and you hear the pouring outside and a tiny part of you feels smug and compassionate at the same time for the poor schmucks that had to be outside, and you only get up for bathroom breaks or a cup of hot cocoa or milk tea, and you pop your favorite show in the DVD player or you watch the local news and imagine yourself disconnected from the insane world.

Sigh.

That's for the good times.

For the particularly crappy days, I take a page from the drama queen's handbook and curl up in a ball, wishing I could be invisible.

I sleep, wake up, consider with dreadful certainty that I do not have a future, sleep again, wish for good dreams or escape from recurring nightmares. When I've sufficiently indulged my penchant for histrionics, I drag myself up and proceed to wash away the drama with a long, cold bath.

Catch you later. My bed is too seductive to resist.

Image courtesy of Sergey Ignatenko

...nostalgia

It creeps up on you.

I know, I know, age is just a number, but the way you notice how the gap is to starting to form between your generation and the now....well, it's unsettling. It happens to me sometimes: during the usual commute to work, I see a vacant lot or a new building being constructed, and then I wonder what was there before.

You think that kids nowadays are dressing lousier than ever (and you notice that you don't classify yourself as a "kid" in any context whatsoever).

You get befuddled by all the new technology that's sweeping everyone off their feet.

I had a particularly bad moment when I tuned in to the radio and found a show called "Retro 90's" featuring songs from the Spice Girls and Backstreet Boys. Seriously. Retro?!

And there was a time when I thought that the grown-up world was still very, very far away. 

When did this happen?

Has the present world become really bad or am I just beset by the so-called quarter life crisis?

See,this is why I love books. The characters develop, awful things sometimes happen to them, but there's almost always an ending that wraps up the loose ends. At the end of the story, you have the choice to start over. 

But that's just me, griping. 

(Image credit of Jay Tablante: The Tea After-Party)