I actually didn't feel like goin' at all. As in this particular moment I would be at my happiest place if I could just turn off the telephone and dissapear like Alice in Wonderland, hiding from everyone so that noone would recognize me on the street and I can completely avoid talking to anyone. I didn't feel like spending even additional 6 minutes of my life dedicating it to any particular human being as I have spent way too much time on meaningless life forms that offered me no turnover whatsoever. Complete waste. Not even separated to be recycled.
I'm finishing the mini dispute to myself underlined with thinking what is even considered to be normal these days, and to whom's standards.
When I have finally reached my destination, I was kind of proud I did't let my grumpy side to take over my actions trying to pin me down to the usual cozy patterns making me hide from everyone and opt out from heading to the seaside. Although the end of the not-as-long drive has made me a bit inpatient, I have decided to stray away from the route for a coffee intervention. My two little companions and all of my imaginary friends have settled to a place vibrant in childhood memories.
Bits and pieces of the memory childhood pictures started to roll out backwards in swift flashes pulling me into the basement of my past, as in totally opposide direction of the supposed go-ahead in life. I just muted the film and let them fold whatever way they want, just opening a new browse tab in my intimate space focusing on the now. The Coffe mug. The Harbour ahead of me. And my Flops.