I didn’t want to but she kept on making her presence felt in my thoughts all day so… I hope you enjoy another sneaky humorous Alexandra Ryder piece. By the way, her favorite dessert is “mind pudding”.
“Is everything okay?”
“I haven’t received any reports of hypnotic shenanigans today and…”
“… you got worried? That’s sweet. By the way, we’re running late for our dinner with the Vice-President.”
“But it’s only half past no…” he glanced at his watch. “Damn it!”
Time sure flies when dining at Alexandra’s.
No, there’s nothing wrong with Time! I mean, why would you even consider such a thing? I honestly don’t get it. Perhaps reading today’s piece will enlighten you. Seeing a lot of people hate Mondays, I decided to write about someone that loves them. Enjoy!
“Where are you going?” Vivienne tapped her foot.
“Going out with the guys. It’s Tuesday, my day off,” Bob replied.
“It’s actually Monday, brainwashing day.”
“You told me Monday was yesterday!” He protested.
“How could have I done that if Monday is today?”
“What day is tomorrow then?”
“Monday, obviously,” she replied, locking the door.
Time is a funny thing, isn’t it? I opened this site to the general public on February 18th on my part of the world and it’s March 18th already. I had to do something to evoke the fact, but I wrapped it in a little exercise about perception and a bit of mind control fun. Thank you to everyone that has dropped by this little corner of the Internet in the last month and I hope you can continue enjoying these fantasy escapades as well as everything else that’s in the making. We’ll be here all year, at least. Have a good weekend.
“It’s been a month already?”
“Yeah, feels like a year though.”
“Funny how time goes by…”
“You’re right. Thank God it’s Friday.”
“It’s Saturday, Fred.”
“It was Friday a second ago.”
“Are you sure?” Laura continued swinging her pocket watch.
And to think they had only known each other for five minutes.
So… bad days. We all have them. Awful, confusing moments where nothing makes sense, where the whole world falls beneath our feet no matter how hard we try to hold on to things. If I were to write down everything that happened to me yesterday, I would type for hours and I don’t want to do that. Instead, I’ll just focus on a small fragment of it. At one point, I was so out of it, I got my dates mixed up. Even though I knew exactly what day it was, my mind kept going back one month, which resulted in me typing February 9th an embarassingly awful number of times in quick sucession. That strange mismatch between my thoughts and reality all around was at the basis of what I ended up writing, today. It’s silly, it’s dumb. No animals were harmed last month… I think.
A Day to Remember (Although Forgetting Might Be Wise)
“Elliot, why are all these letters dated February 10th?” His friend, Miles, asked.
“I don’t know,” he muttered.
“That’s the third time this week. What happened that day?”
“Not sure but you were there, and so was your wife. She brought a metronome… and a donkey.”
They gulped, simultaneously. February 10th was never mentioned again.
It’s no surprise to anyone that the world of today is simply too fast, too hectic. There’s always lots of things going on in our lives, and stress loves to rear its ugly head without remorse. Often, we find ourselves thinking we don’t have the time to do everything we need/must do, let alone unwind. While that may be the case in many occasions, in others, the time exists but is simply mismanaged to some extent, either through procrastination or by focusing too much on the wrong things instead of the right ones.
The above statement is, by no means, a judgmental one, because I’m guilty of that as well. Still, I recognize the importance of “finding time” whenever possible because our days here are numbered from the start, and it’s of the utmost significance we set aside moments for leisure, and for simply letting go. Some folks are able to do just that by keeping an activity log to help them organize their days better. This particular concept helped in the creation of today’s shortie, but it wasn’t the only source of inspiration.
I can also thank the image below for that, too. It probably doesn’t work for everyone, but I certainly enjoy the overall effect it produces.
Well, that’s enough of an introduction for such a short writing, I feel. Enjoy.
Duane’s Activity Log
– Showering (five minutes);
– Having breakfast (five minutes);
– Catching up on Facebook updates (ten minutes);
– Clicking Jenna’s link (one second);
– Watching the pretty colors (one minute… no, three. Or was it thirty? More like three hours and… oh shit, bed time already?);
Tomorrow will be better, he thinks, and he’s right.
She’ll have two links ready.