Hesternal: relating or belonging to yesterday
Responsibility is a bugger, isn't it? Although I use that phrase lightly, because I may study hard and diligently do my college work, but I don't clean my room and make my bed. Perhaps I traded in one responsibility for another. I must've pulled the short straw, if that's the case.
I probably have loads of free time compared to others, but I hoard it, so every second counts. When I was younger, the clock was a foreign object. There was no need to look at it. Now, however, the clock and I have become close friends; although, its numbered face brings no comfort. I've tried stopping it before. It didn't work out.
When I'm not at school, I'm teaching guitar, and when I'm not teaching guitar, I'm working on homework, and when there's no homework left, I find friends to hang out with. I'm a social specimen, I need human contact to survive. Without it, I wither and die. No joke.
As well as social, I'm also a creature of habit. Every day looks the same, aside from church on Sundays and I have no plan to change it. Familiarity means control, and control is a welcomed ally in the war of adulthood. Too much newness is overwhelming. That isn't to say I hate anything different... I've learned to enjoy adventure, crave it, even.
When the day ends and my friends leave, I hunker down. I draw, I write, I play my guitar, I sing, I write some more, and then maybe I get to bed by a decent time. But I'm a creature of habit, so I don't see that happening any time soon.
When I finally sleep, it's rare that I dream. But if I do, I dream of childhood.
Then I wake up again.
To explain the title, the theme of this entry (besides the obvious- my daily routine) is the reluctancy to be in today and the subtle undertone of longing for what "used to be."
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