You know what be nice? A day down at the beach, soaking in the sun, cool beer, light music, cool breeze. Sandwich for lunch. More sun. Throw some Frisbee. Watch the sun set. Grills for dinner. Some wine. Watch the lights come up. Head home. Sleep.
I'm beginning to realise how difficult it is to please myself these days, considering I'm in the customer service realm of routines, nothing beats pampering. Getting overboard with self-indulging material showers has somewhat become real-life, and to top it off, it actually sinks in for a while, then floats to signal its buoyancy to reality.
The sad stage of getting myself out of everyday nightmares and re-routing the senses to insensitive fun will soon numb the hierarchy of pleasure and excitement. I do foresee the necessary act of doing something that is real. Real not for the sake of being real, but for its emotive curative bi-product and the soothing of the anxiety that preludes every worry and stress.
I do hope things don't get too hot for the next few weeks cos the body's been signaling a slow-down and deterioration from the past few weeks of trauma. So for today, it's back to the office for some tidying up, chat some more, then black out on the sofa for peanuts.
Waste the life away.
Did you know that even till today, I sicken at the sight of soldiers? World peace it may be I preach, but that sickly uniform in shades of the environment just simply contradicts the beauty of the environment with its what-if actions.
Or perhaps I should stay home and repent my past thoughts of getting myself into bed.