Russell: "We would sit by the curb and I would count the blue cars and he would count the red ones!"
Carl casted a rather apathetic look. Russell continued, with less excitement.
"And whoever that has the highest number, well...wins."
"I miss that curb."
Russell looked down. His default smile was gone.
"This may sound boring to you. But somehow the boringest things are the things I remembered the most."
It's a vicious cycle. It really is.
There are days when something signicantly great or downright soul depressing happened and you are excited/fumed enough to tell yourself, I am gonna write about this, be it publicly or privately by any means, for various purposes but mainly to remind yourself that little fraction of that phase of your life. Comical enough to make you laugh like a child, sad enough to maybe make you more appreciative of the quotidian life you are living, or eventful enough to make your life change 180 and make you look at things from (a) completely different angle(s) , all these occurences seem worthy enough for me to pen down.
But it never happened. At least it has not for a very long time now.
I sat to ponder about the different reasons. Perhaps I have grew tired of writing. Perhaps I listened too much to this little voice at the back of my head telling me ' You know what, you'll nv forget this, not at least before you grow old enough to have your memory fail you, so why bother? ' . But there's this other voice that tells me ' You know you enjoy reading about your own, albeit limited interesting past. This is for your own pleasure. '
The former won, obviously. And for obvious reason I should say, and that reason has, well, pretty much everything to do with the last reason.
Sheer laziness.
It's not hard for you to guess what I am gonna say next.
Au revoir =) Hope it wont be too long till my next post.
ps: I have a valid excuse to sign off. Slipped disc isnt a very pleasant thing, not when you cant even bear sitting for a few minutes. Nasty stuff.
