January…
One of the bad parts of getting into a routine is that it becomes just that: routine. There’s just something about the mundaneness of the same old-same old that feels like motionless motion. Days come and go, days check off the calendar, and the weather changes (unless it’s cold and snowy. Then that weather seems to stick around FOR EVAR), but the mechanics of life stay the same. It feels like there’s a lack of progress. It’s the same problems, the same hangups, the same stressors. Same job, same classes, same faces. After a while, the sameness will drive you crazy, grinding you down to nothing. And this, my friends, is the bane of January. It’s the long haul. It’s the stretch of icy-cold boringness that seems to stretch into forever. There’s little of note on the horizon, no major holidays (Valentine’s Day is NOT a major holiday), no exciting anything. Just grayish whiteness.
And in case you’re wondering, yes, it snowed again today. Spring just needs to get here. ASAP.
Anyway, I’ve posted a poem that’s related to all this. Enjoy.
January 29th, 2008 at 5:14 pm
Hey, you know what would be a GREAT way to make your days less dull? Spending more time with me. Never a dull moment, my friend! Also, I totally hear you on this one - it’s the reason I’m trying desperately to run away to London and escape the cursed routine. And I can’t even wait for winter to “get outta hee.” (See Mickey Blue Eyes)