tales from an ordinary world

2002-11-19

There are a number of ways to travel home - sometimes the most direct route isn't the most desirable one. I've invented two fairly regular alternatives, stopping for coffee either way so I can ease back into the evening. There aren't many people in the cafes, but that's fine, I'm happier watching the street. The determined look on faces walking home, some with a bit of shopping, some deep in a book, some stuck in a phone call. At the other end of the day, I ease myself into the working mood by stopping for coffee before reaching the office - it's not the beverage, it's the ritual. I'm wary of rituals, and I despise my reliance on them because it's a demonstration of my resistance to change, and we're taught that people who resist change are bad. I'm always finding new ways to reinforce my belief that I'm a bad person, I suppose.

Changes are on the way, and I'll have a little extra time on my hands. I'm hoping to try and spend it "usefully".