I’m bored sick
All I do is nit pick
Tele’s full of chick flick
Shut the damn thing off quick
Expiry on my lipstick
I wish I were a maverick.
Well, sometimes I do.
I wish my every pore oozed joie de vivre and my life was filled with magic and romance. Ah, the tales I could then tell.
Had I been a princess, or a tramp, travelling around the world, meeting new and varied people, sampling exotic cuisine or gross concoctions, perhaps a few scrapes with the law or some clandestine trysts. How eventful my life would have been. What a grand biopic it could have made.
Instead, I spend my abundant free time visualising the lives of others and dreamscaping.
Honestly, it’s not as if circumstances held me back, because circumstances can be fought, they can be altered. I held me back. My laid-back, ever procrastinating, never put off until tomorrow what you can put off till the day after self held me back. Correction, holds me back.
People keep asking me how I spend my time. I don’t understand this fixation with spending your time. You don’t have to spend time, you just have to be, and time will pass.
I pass my time by watching time pass!
And then I wonder what it is that makes me want to go out and live my life but not want it enough to actually go out to live my life. I do.
I wish I were a maverick. Ah, the tales I could then tell…
Ranting in response to Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt “ick.”