I miss our
lazy weekends we would spend together watching movies, eating junk food,
spending time together and taking rest from the busy week. I miss our arguments
about the movie we choose or chocolate we buy, as if it was the most important
thing in the universe. I miss going to sleep early and waking up late, drinking
the morning coffee for an hour and making plans for the future. Because now all
the weekends are busy. And it’s sick.
I miss my
free time because this year something happened, not only to me, but to the
human kind. I don’t know if it’s the question of paper work, shorter days,
everyday rush (even more intensive)... but this year I don’t meet people who
have... time. Time is priceless and so we prefer to sacrifice it to work that
to the other people and personal needs.
I count the
days to Wednesday, to coming back home, to baking Christmas cookies and helping
my mum without talking about school, my master, duties, money, work, time, exams,
tests, homework, cleaning house, cooking dinner, teaching others, teachers,
students... ecc. I would like to enjoy doing nothing and not having remorses,
because remorses are the worst. What are they for? Because nowadays I feel
guilty when I don’t work, study and I feel guilty if I go to bed too early
(there is so much to do yet!...).
Do you feel
the same? Is it what we call, adulthood?
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