Sunday, April 29, 2012

An Eternity of Mondays


Your job isn’t who you are,” the little monkey voice inside the head kept chattering. Yeah, yeah, heard it all so many times before in a been-there-done-that kind of way. Wave after wave of images roll onto the shores of my short term recall, trying to evoke a response or any sign of life. Only to return back to the abyss of the deep sea of memory. It’s going to be a long night, but when it’s all said and done it’ll be another Monday.

How many years, how many white pressed shirts have preceded this moment? How many chicken dinners? How many plates of spaghetti and meatballs? How many bottles of wine? As if this is meant to last ad infinitum?

An old friend was chiding me in a way only an old friend can. “You think you can continue to be subjective and non-linear in today’s world? What are you thinking, man? There are rough times out there, would you like to change places with me? How about all the people who are depending on you? Doesn’t that count for something? Anything?” I had no idea what he was talking about, maybe the smoke from the Weber Grill that Lew had given to me had clouded my judgment or my reason. It just didn’t seem to add up.

You have to understand, it’s like I found myself transported to another place and time. Just like that. And it is exactly that, this sudden arrival to a place where there is more looking back than forward. Or that’s the lie they try and sell you. In reality the moment is as it always has been. An eternity of nows, not Mondays. But for some reason Monday seems more concrete than now.

Dogs barking outside, wind rustling leaves off the tree, coaxing them to the cleanly manicured suburban lawns, a Sunday ritual. Right after church and brunch. So predictable.

Sell, sell, sell….

1 comment:

From Your Mindseye said...

I wonder when that Monday will arrive when I wake up and find that I have finally retired . Retired, not from life, but from the responsibility of having to show up at a certaint time Ina certain place and perform the duties that I have done for the past three decades. Will it be bittersweet or will a new flavor take over the daily routine adding a little spice to my life once again. Only time will tell.

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