My life feels perfectly dull and boring from the inside, yet from the outside, I have a theory that sometimes, it isn’t as dull as I believe.
Take today as an example.
Today came about because of a conversation with my drama teacher two weeks ago.
Me: So, the boy has been complaining about not going to the theatre for a while now, do you recommend anything out at the moment?
Her: Oh! Where did I leave my bag?
Her: Here it is. You know, a horrible thing happens when you get old – you never can remember where you leave things. Just start reading that lesson plan there.
Me: **reading aloud**
Her: Poring through her bag. Pulls out her purse. Opens her purse pulls out a plethora of cards, receipts, cash, coins, notes, pictures and systematically goes through them.
Me: **smiling, continues to read**
Her: Here it is! This is a ticket that my friend Mrs. Red gave to me. She can’t make it on this day, but wanted me to find someone who could take it.
Me: Is that the one with the depressed dog?
Her: No, her dog died and she’s depressed over it.
No joke. This conversation happened.
And then I wound up going to a show about an existential crisis, of sorts.
I’m sure there is a message here. I’m still decoding, but I know it’s in there.