Routine
Orlando can’t come soon enough. I’ve felt mildly smothered by routine of late but the hell of it is routine is actually pretty ideal under current circumstances. In fact with regards to my son we could benefit from a great deal more routine. But I can’t help but feel the vast majority of my current day-to-day life is a road without any turns.
On a weekday I need to get up at a certain time, get ready, catch the same bus, make the same transfer, get off at the same stop, go to the same office, do the same work, take the same buses home, figure dinner out, help with my son, watch Reality TV with my girlfriend that all follows the same formula, style, music, format, and depressing themes, when it gets to be a bit much I do stuff on the computer, followed by a crime drama, then at 11pm it’s Daily Show, then Colbert, then bed.
Weekends aren’t much better, there is on occasion a few hours on Saturday and fewer on Sunday where I can choose what I do from very limited options. Then Sunday night it’s family dinner, maybe a board game, then back home and bed again.
It’s not that I particularly resent any part of it, well perhaps the Reality TV which I find a little soul-crushing but the rest of it is okay. It’s not like there’s no variation, hanging out with Jon and Burton for example and new Doctor Who but I can’t help but feel a distinct lack of control. No one’s really done anything to cause it but nevertheless it exists.
