I wish I could spend a month in the 80's.

Tales from a Misplaced Monday

Coffee is my substance of choice and indifference is my main emotion at the moment. I sit at my desk thinking about my exhilarating weekend in Atlantic City and bullshit existential questions I can’t answer. I guess these questions are part and parcel of the human condition, but not having all the answers perpetuates the cognitive dissonance. All the answers would ruin the fun though right? Anyway, its hot as shit out today and that fact plus these questions got me thinking about the passage of time. I feel like just last week I was freezing my ass off in the dead of winter and now summer is right around the corner (Maryland may be the epicenter of global warming). People often forget that time is a human construct and therefore we miss out on the little things along the way. Every interaction or minute gesture could be the answer to one of those bullshit existential questions. Its hard to think in this manner at the beginning of each week, but it is valuable, and will help one avoid feeling like Marcel Proust their whole life. I guess sometimes you can’t let the grandiose questions rule your everyday life, sometimes you have to just believe, regardless of the difficulty in such a task.

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