The Brilliant Dance

Me: [looks up to the sky, notices dark clouds gathering in the horizon] Ma, it looks like it's gonna rain

Mom: [looks down to the ground, sees the weak raindrops make marks on the cement] it's raining already.


I get dumb like that often. I have a habit of not noticing the obvious. It’s just that when I observe something, the rest of the world falls off without warning. Not good, I know. That’s why I lose 40% of my stuff and never find them.

Being oblivious has it’s up side, though. Zaphod Beeblebrox, this totally froody character from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series has glasses that darken whenever something dangerous happens within his field of vision. That way he doesn’t see anything that might cause him anxiety. Set aside the fact that he might lose his life in the process of not being anxious, but you get the drift. Being oblivious is fun, especially when this thing that you have to notice and feel bad about passes by with minimum negative effects. You feel relaxed, and fine, and healthy. And dumb.

But forget about the dumb part. I can be oblivious to that, too.

So it’s a Sunday. Have I mentioned that I dislike Sundays? With the schedule I have this semester, the days I dislike are Wednesdays and Sundays. They’re the days of the week when I have no classes which equates to not being able to get out of the house. Boring, with a capital G. I have a feeling this wanting-to-get-out-of-the-house thing is a relatively new phenomena, that I use to want to haunt this shiznit rather than see the sun, but I dunno. I don’t remember.

Oh fuck, I so don’t remember a lot of things right now. This slow Sunday afternoon, I feel as if I don’t have a care in the world. I know I should. There are papers to pass, finals to study for. I even remember what they are wow! But they don’t bother me the way they should a typical 19-year old kid experiencing the throes of her last semester as a college sophomore. Stress, bah. That comes later.