Too much computer-ing lately. Too much work and too much worry over trivial things. And I say “hey, Amy. Get real!” It’s only Wednesday yet it mischievously feels like it should be Friday because weekdays are super sneaky like that. Those scamps. Do you feel like it’s really true that every day can’t be Friday because then we wouldn’t appreciate it? Because I hypothesize that’s a total myth we tell ourselves to soothe the pangs of harsh realities. Kind of like when you say “yeah, but if I didn’t work, I’d get so bored!” LIE. You wouldn’t. You would fill your days with whatever you chose to do, and it would be glorious. You could read books ALL DAY and play Bioshock Infinite ALL DAY and take walks and naps ALL DAY. Don’t you tell me you’d get bored, you crazy fool.
That’s assuming you have unlimited fundage. Or perchance you live in an alternate reality where money doesn’t exist, so work is unnecessary. I think you think you’d be “bored” not working because a.) you have to self-soothe somehow and b.) it’s all we know. All we know is working, so…what if you had never worked? Then you wouldn’t have any idea that choosing your own agenda on the daily was weird or luxurious. I’m just sayin’ these things on a Wednesday night. You know why?
And the only real reason why I blog these things is because looking through these photos makes me realize how much there is to see out there that I’m not seeing. BOOOO whiny white girl problems. I know. I can totally do something about it, but it’s all about figuring out what I really want out of life. And it probably doesn’t help that I’ve been listening to a lot of Eddie Vedder “Into the Wild” soundtrack either. I can’t decide if I’m embarrassed or thrilled about that. Either way, here are some photos of me and some other random New Yorkers.