vindaloo

I woke up to the sound of loud thunderclaps today, cursed the weather gods for making it so gloomy. I usually wake up to the tune of the sun rise, have never needed an alarm, but due to the fact that I had an invigorating discussion with my roommate late last night, I lay my eyes to rest only at 2 am in the morning. And then the caliginous atmosphere prevented my sore mind from cutting short my eventful dreamy night. In effect I was late for office, not that I care about that too much, cause I don’t really have a set time when I should reach office, I work on a flexible schedule so as long as I am in for 8 hours nobody really cares when I come in or when I leave. This tenebrous atmosphere is not my preferential way to commence my day. To make things worse I had left my belt and shoes in the car after I had changed to play tennis yesterday. So now I had to go and get them.
This is when everything changed. I went out and ran all the way to the car. As I grabbed my shoes I noticed a young girl twirling in the rain. Her concentric circles got me thinking of my insouciant days when I cared less for all things material. Here I was standing in the rain, wondering if it will be silly of me to perhaps run about getting wet but all the while one half of my brain kept hammering away “Go to office, gotta go to office, blah blah..”. All the way to the office I sympathized with myself, How much better it was when I was younger, Will I ever get that carefree again? Well I want to but my huge encephalon prevents me from doing so. I wonder why. My mind retaliates with obvious answers of the burden of adulthood and senseless psycho-babble that was nowhere close to the answer I was looking for. I wondered whether the pre-historic man had to have the same kind of worries in his day, whether I would have been happier being a Neanderthal. Maybe I should have been born in the sixties which looking at my taste in music would have been a good time for me to be alive, plus I could just wander with the flower children, purposeless in life, in the for the search for truth whatever that means.
Reminded me of a waters song:

You wake up in the morning, get something for the pot
Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot
Draw on the walls, eat, get laid
Back in the good old days

Then some damn fool invents the wheel
Listen to the whitewalls squeal
You spend all day looking for a parking spot
Nothing for the heart, nothing for the pot...

Rainy days have this effect on me, it gives me the time to use more than just the mythical 10% of my brain, and also to remind me that I am and always will be a confused soul. Finally I get to office and I think to myself, maybe I’m just another tardy, apathetic bum that hates the daily grind, in search for an excuse to skip the scutwork.