About a week ago I was where shopping is indeed a pleasure, Publix. Now don't get me wrong I don't really like shopping at all, but Publix just has a way of making even the worst days some what better. I should warn you though; Today is not one of those days and this story is not one of those stories. They had a special on Kellogg's cereal (yum). Buy one get one free, or BOGO as we say in the bizz. Although, it does not take me terribly long to decide what I want this is for certain, I did not want two of the same thing. I pondered. Well, these frosted flakes are looking really tasty, and these apple jacks are like my favorite... so easy choice. I even formulated a little plan. Since I only 'kind of' like frosted flakes I will eat them first so that eons later when I am finally finished I can dive happily into the box of apple jacks. Basking in the idea of swimming in a large pool of apple jacks and rubbing some under each pit, as years of cartoons has taught me is only appropriate, I finished the rest of my shopping and went home. After many winters, summer showers, presidents, and other such things it was finally time to eat those apple jacks. I stroked my long grey beard with a smug little smile on my face, I set my glasses on the table, grab my cane, and make my way into the kitchen (what?! Its been a really long time!). I let out a little giggle as I stretch my old withering body out over the fridge to reach with... just... the... tip.. of ...my ...fingerrrr Ah! got it ok. Where was I? Oh yes. I slowly lower my old dying geriatric body back to its normal miserably hunched position, apple jacks in hand. I couldn't be happier to finally taste the fine sweetness that is apple jacks, but somethings terribly wrong. This box is much too light! Carefully as to not dislocate my deteriorating superannuated fingers I shake the box. Nothing. Nothing? "NOTHING!!!!" very loudly with a bit of dust protruded from the deepest darkest part of my decaying lungs. How can this be? I struggle to jar awake my crumbling brain. There is no conceivable way I could have picked this box of cereal up off the shelf, put it into the trolly, then on to the conveyer belt with out realizing it was empty. Also the cashier and bagger both would have noticed if it was empty putting it back into the cart. This simply cannot be. Exhausted, I carry my old bones back to bed, defeated. I never did find out who stole my apple jacks and I died there in that very bed minutes later wondering the exact same thing. So after that I bought frosted cheerios.
Moving on. Today's conclusionless part of the blog that everyone skips over is about the shortness of life and unpreparedness of the average human being. Not to get into gritty details, a friend died this week. Maybe we weren't the closest people, but we have hung out together a few times and really the main point is that he was there. Oddly, in some weird way its hard to realize that he no longer is. It's really been a close shot for me. I think this a reoccurring theme of these little blurbs I write. The idea that things come and go in your life. Somethings go and come back and that's good and meant to be and all that. Somethings just don't. So to build on that, this occurrence is something we cannot stop and there is nothing earthly we can do to fix. Its not that we come and go, its about who we are while we are here. So not necessarily in death but even on a smaller scale, who were you to your friends before you you lost contact with them? Who were you to your last significant other, while you still had the chance? Who were you to that random face on a bus you'll never see again? Really think about it. Maybe give someone a call you haven't spoken to in forever, who knows when you won't be able to. Thats all very dismal and gray so lets move on just some thought points.
Tomorrow is a big day for people. V-Day! I hope you made all your purchases and have your script memorized for optimal romanticism and such. I remember kind of dreading the pressure of Valentine's Day, but once it got here I always enjoyed it. This year however, will be a new experience. I've made all my returns and I think me and Mrs. Organizational Behavior book will spend some quality time together ;). I might play some guitar, I've been trying to record a song I learned. Between door knocks and me breaking a pick I can't seem to get the cut I want. Oh well, I would expect to see that soon though regardless. I attached a pic of a text my mother sent me... Oh dear.
Well, glad you stuck around. I think it is great you read this and although I like to think I mostly write this for myself I like knowing people read it, so maybe comment? I mean you don't got to I guess. Here is a song to play me out, just something I was thinking about writing my conclusionless section... lol I may have to come up with an actual title for that section ha ha.
Welp, thats it. Peace.
-ToDD
RIP Chris Gupta
Nov '90- Feb '11
