Nocturnal Nonsense
I was feeling a little lost as I was driving home just now. This is the first time for awhile that I have found myself coming home before 12. Frantically, I was trying to make amend by calling ex-Upstairs’ Bitch to find out how is she coping without work and out of advertising and couldn’t reach her. Then there’s always Cookie. He was less than impressed with me. I was even contemplating to call Fei Mui since the phone bill is on the company. But anyway, I managed to got myself home.
Coming home when everyone else is in the slumberland and greeted by silence and darkness made me felt abit lonely for the first time since a very long time. I am never those who have problems amusing myself with little things to do or think. I can spend the weekend at home, doing nothing but pot myself here and there. There’s TV usually for the nighttime and my date would be E! followed by other trashy show. Can’t help but wondered what others do. Do they come home at night, turn off the lights and then cry? Or do they face 4 lonely walls and keep themselves amused with silly activity like planning the day’s dinner and cooking for one? Or do they come home and watch some porn and then DIY themselves to sleep? How bout those who would drink themselves to sleep? I actually quite enjoyed doing that yesterday, came home totally wasted on drinks (yes and I drove home too…the drunkest that I have ever been behind the wheels and still managed to scampered back to office to finish some paperwork but typing so slow and bad) and wham, I was asleep.
During my past agency’s days, if I managed a night free it would normally be coming back home for dinner and then a date with one of my books. In fact I still do that sometimes unless I am really thrashed. It could be any book, good or bad. Just a few pages or chapters kind of releases me from all the noise in my head that I accumulated throughout the day. Just realized that I forgotten to finish off something that my Client requested. Arrgggghhh! Stop thinking about them. Speaking of books, I remembered going through a Jane Austen book marathon – re-reading all her works, fun but now sounded really mad. I actually found out recently that there’s this book and movie called The Jane Austen Book Club, apparently people are so mad or sad (whichever way you want to look at it) that they think and dream of a life that mimics her romantic plot. Guess it’s easier to be comedic and romantic when you have nothing to do (that’s what servants are for, love) and can travel to Bath for winter if you have weak constitution or visit the Garden districts with a distance relative. Traveling is slow so you probably take 3 months to complete the tours.
Then again, life could be so much more different and difficult and yours truly aint complaining. Thank God, I am blessed with imagination and one can find many things to think about. Especially at night, a dark night when it’s all quiet. There’s something magical about it. The time when everyone is asleep. It is also the time to write nonsense like these.
Coming home when everyone else is in the slumberland and greeted by silence and darkness made me felt abit lonely for the first time since a very long time. I am never those who have problems amusing myself with little things to do or think. I can spend the weekend at home, doing nothing but pot myself here and there. There’s TV usually for the nighttime and my date would be E! followed by other trashy show. Can’t help but wondered what others do. Do they come home at night, turn off the lights and then cry? Or do they face 4 lonely walls and keep themselves amused with silly activity like planning the day’s dinner and cooking for one? Or do they come home and watch some porn and then DIY themselves to sleep? How bout those who would drink themselves to sleep? I actually quite enjoyed doing that yesterday, came home totally wasted on drinks (yes and I drove home too…the drunkest that I have ever been behind the wheels and still managed to scampered back to office to finish some paperwork but typing so slow and bad) and wham, I was asleep.
During my past agency’s days, if I managed a night free it would normally be coming back home for dinner and then a date with one of my books. In fact I still do that sometimes unless I am really thrashed. It could be any book, good or bad. Just a few pages or chapters kind of releases me from all the noise in my head that I accumulated throughout the day. Just realized that I forgotten to finish off something that my Client requested. Arrgggghhh! Stop thinking about them. Speaking of books, I remembered going through a Jane Austen book marathon – re-reading all her works, fun but now sounded really mad. I actually found out recently that there’s this book and movie called The Jane Austen Book Club, apparently people are so mad or sad (whichever way you want to look at it) that they think and dream of a life that mimics her romantic plot. Guess it’s easier to be comedic and romantic when you have nothing to do (that’s what servants are for, love) and can travel to Bath for winter if you have weak constitution or visit the Garden districts with a distance relative. Traveling is slow so you probably take 3 months to complete the tours.
Then again, life could be so much more different and difficult and yours truly aint complaining. Thank God, I am blessed with imagination and one can find many things to think about. Especially at night, a dark night when it’s all quiet. There’s something magical about it. The time when everyone is asleep. It is also the time to write nonsense like these.
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...probably too peaceful sometimes.