Lesson 32: of procrastination, apathy and hot afternoons

It is 28°C outside and I absolutely do not see the point of going out to stock up my house. See, I've been at my friend's house for a sleepover since Friday and I brought her heat-stroked bananas that look absolutely creepy (I bought them in the dark and I have to thank or blame, either way, my poor night vision for that). She is running low on supplies too, and is preparing to go out and purchase them. Meanwhile, I'm thinking of how to escape the scorching sun while walking back to my house, of which I will lose track of time again and end up with no dinner. Again.

Don't even get me started on the forms I was supposed to print on Friday afternoon, but which I postponed to yesterday afternoon and which I still haven't done until now. Honestly speaking, I am having my doubts about having come for the sleepover.

It is so much hotter here because we are also closer to the equator, and the slow rural life makes you slow down until Monday morning. I guess this place works better for students than for me.

I have a novel I promised I'd read, but I haven't even looked at it's cover once I placed it in my bag.

So what am I doing with all my hours? Well, even I am not sure. One minute you're nursing a glass of water or a cup of tea and it is 1.00pm, the next minute it is 5.00pm and your laundry is still waiting to be folded up. Where did the time go? I really wonder too.

While I was on leave, the afternoons were too slow, I actually  had to dance through them to get to 6.00pm. You'd read a novel and find yourself wondering if it was already an hour, but when you looked at the phone or clock, only five minutes would have gone by.

I am still wondering about how to handle my procrastination. I sincerely can't think of how to leave the coolness of my house for the heat of the blazing afternoon sun. Yes, an umbrella would be great, but then I'd probably forget it somewhere. My mum advised me to buy a hat, but I'm feeling too worried about the heat to actually go buy a hat.

You know, years ago I actually beat procrastination by telling myself that I would do something as soon as I had to, and that was my principle. Sometime last year, I caught the procrastination bug due to exhaustion from work and now I can't seem to shake it off. I really need to make a change. A huge change. I just don't know how to do it... Maybe I should start with the printing and hat this afternoon?

I also wish the apathy would just go away. I know that my character as a Pisces sometimes makes me look really lazy and uninterested, but most times I just have too much on my mind and I can't bring myself to focus on anything but those things called thoughts. Maybe I should try blocking them like I did in campus by listening to music while moving around. That was definitely fun. I even made it a trend and everyone started doing it when I stopped. Maybe I should bring it back, along with the cute dark glasses for photosensitivity (but which most people will think is for fashion. Not that it isn't, but health comes first for me).

Wow, this is the most honest blog post I have done in a while. I gotta give myself a pat on my back. Hold up, lunch is ready. I have to go. Bye! See you on my next post.

Sincerely,
Me.

Lesson 31: of why curves are beautiful

Sometimes I feel like I'm having a perfect day as a star in my own novel or movie or series. Other days I feel like the exact opposite of that. Everyone, with or without a uterus, feels this way I'm told.

Have you ever had to struggle out of bed because you were depressed? Or try to get to work on time because you overslept again? Sounds familiar? Well, how does this tie to curves? I'll tell you how: this is probably a story for a future blog post. Okay, now I'm even scaring myself.

So, you are probably wondering why i'm writing my post today about curves. Well, these curves are not only womanly but they are also manly and humanly (that didn't sound right, but give me a chance to explain).

See, the world is so obsessed right now with curves... Yes? The right size of booty or the right size of boobage (I can't believe I said that! I'm wild today. I did not have coffee, I swear!) and even the right size of the hips and waist. Now, medically these are important, especially with the hips and the waist (the boob size too because breasts store a lot of fat).

However, today I'm going to divert and hijack our definition of curves. Just for today. Yes? Okay, apart from all that bass and tenor stuff, what other parts of your body are curved? I'd say quite a number! It leaves me wondering how God could take all these shapes and put them together to make a vessel as beautiful as you and I... He is amazing!

So, I'd like to list things like your lips (probably curled up and down depending on how this post makes you feel), your eyes, your nose, your ears, your ribs, collar bones and the plantar nexus... Etc etc etc. 

I know... So many curves on us, right? I bet you never thought of it that way! Or maybe you did. In that case, we are blood, you and I (quoting The Jungle Boy by Rudyard Kipling... Sorry. My mind is weird today).

What makes these small arches and dips so special? Well, young padawan, I am glad you asked (quoting Starwars... Told you something is weird with me today). Try to imagine having just holes for ears, like birds and reptiles do... Wouldn't that be weird? Or having just sockets and no eyeballs? It would actually be super creepy to be a human being. Yes, your pinna and your eyeballs and everything else you have is beautiful and there for a reason.

Not only aesthetically but also scientifically. I mean, the pinnacle collects sound (or noise. Or both) and directs it to the middle and inner ear. Every part of your body has a purpose... And that is why you should be glad and thankful you were not born as a bird in this lifetime (but I have bird brain sometimes. This doesn't count).

Not that birds are not special, because they are and they have curves too.

Away from the deviations... All I'm trying to say is, while we are over there or here celebrating curves and contours and dips and what not, as beauty standards, we should not forget the things that help us be more human and live our lives as humans. Yes, celebrate your pinnas and take care of them.

I have to go. Supper might be burning. Bye!

Sincerely,
Me.