Saturday, July 05, 2008


I wrote about this before, about how time flies differently. About how years can go by and we don't realize, about how every single weekday we are waiting for Friday, but then we are so scared about counting those weeks that have passed, and make them into years. When you're happy, time flies. When you're miserable, time crawls by. It's my interpretation of Einstein's theory of relativity.
It is the most normal Saturday morning. I have no plans for today, it's beautiful outside and I should go out to enjoy the sun, but still feel like doing nothing. I am just sitting here, in front of the computer, trying to talk to somebody, to make myself heard, and drinking my morning coffee, sweet and hot, just the way I like it. I am tired. Of living. Of living this life. Always waiting for something, for someone, for a certain date, for a certain place to go to. Always waiting. Instead of living.
I will try to enjoy the sunshine outside.

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