A Dreary Sightseer

“Monotony has nothing to do with a place; monotony, either in its sensation or its infliction, is simply the quality of a person. There are no dreary sights; there are only dreary sight seers.” –G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions

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My last post involved me declaring that I was going to go out and do stuff. And I did. I started to actively pursue my degree in… something. Okay, so I haven’t gotten that far yet, but I’m headed in that direction, and that’s the important thing.

The problem is, doing things leaves very little time for other things. Like sleeping. Which is something I enjoy. Immensely.

No, seriously, it’s like a hobby for me, behind watching things and then complaining about those things over Twitter.

Because doing things eats up sleeping time, other things tend to fall to the wayside. Like blogging and reading and brushing my hair.

But the thing about doing things and sleeping instead of doing other things, it doesn’t give me a lot to talk about. Because monotony, which is the very thing I was trying to avoid, seeps in anyway. I’m in class or at work or asleep. That’s it. Same boring life, just more tired. This is not a formula for excitement. I have experience with that. Extensive experience.

I’m sitting in the school cafeteria, waiting for class to begin, and this is the first time in a while that I’m not sucking down coffee in an effort to remain awake. This is my life now. Coffee work coffee class sleep coffee work coffee class sleep coffee work coffee class sleep. On and on and on.

I’m taking two different English courses, both of which are making me write creatively. I haden’t been doing that as much. And 90% of what I produce for class is crap, but it’s a start. I can work with starts. I can’t work with a blank page sitting in front of me.

So maybe in the monotony there is something redeeming. I am required at least twice a week to write something. I focus on that because around me is the same old boring whatever. There’s a rhythm to my life, and that does help free up some brain space to write stuff.

coffee work coffee class sleep

coffee work coffee class sleep

coffee work coffee class sleep

Like a moving train. Steady pace, steady sound, steady journey. Stare out of the window. Watch trees go by. Let the mind wander.

coffee work coffee class sleep

coffee work coffee class sleep

coffee work coffee class sleep

Stories come again. Some good, some bad, some wanting to be told, some dragged onto the paper. But all stories, all there, all coming out of my hand.

coffee work coffee class sleep

coffee work coffee class sleep

coffee work coffee class sleep

Free mind. Free thought. Free flow.

coffee work coffee class sleep

coffee work coffee class sleep

coffee work coffee class sleep

Chugging along.

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About Anna

Lots of things make me happy. Running my mouth is one of them. Another is pie.
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