The longest day

You associate days of boredom and long afternoons in the park staring at the trees with small, hazy towns in middle America. You expect old ladies sitting on their front porch, chatting about the past, about their childhood, and children running on the grounds, collapsing exhausted, with nothing better to do. You expect days where it seems like nothing is ever going to happen, where it seems like life is exactly the same, every day, over and over, and that feeling, that your existence seems quite pointless.

But it can happen just as well in a big city like San Diego. This is not a desolate little place. There is a relatively big mall near my house, there are also parks and cool places to hang out. But today is one of those days where it feels like the world’s on hold. It seems like life has fallen into this little pattern with nothing ever out of place. I don’t feel like doing anything, nothing excites me…but I guess this is expected. I don’t even feel like writing something of interest in this post. So this is it.