I just finished reading The Fault In Our Stars. I am frustrated. John Green writes about characters who were frustrated about a novel that ended mid-life, and does the exact same thing to his readers! Out of my frustration, I’ve decided I need to buy another book. One that has an actual ending?
Yesterday morning, as I was doing my routine morning workout, Saitan paid me a visit. Wait. Why do we blame Saitan for all our misfortune? Is He always to blame, or is it our fault sometimes? Okay. Story for another day. Allow me to blame you, this time around Saitan. I sprained my ankle during my ROUTINE workout. This was all you.
It had to be bandaged and I was slapped with a “Keep that thing for about 3 days. Come tomorrow for a routine check.” Now, Mr Doctor does not understand that 3 days in a bandage hopscotching around, and confined to the house isn’t how I’d planned to spend my last week at home. I should be out there, having lunch with my friends and basking in this Nairobi sun! Frustration number Two!
I’m in a drier at my local salon as I write this. Writing because, when I was a kid, they told me you shouldn’t sleep while in the drier. You could die. I dunno how true is this, but let me not be our case study. So let me ignore the sweet voice whispering, “Just a little nap” and write instead.
There’s a line that caught my attention in TFIOS, “…I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards inteligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tel the universe that it—or my observation of it—is temporary?” Okay. Good. So it wants to be noticed. It will push us to extremes at some point, frustrate you even, just to make a point.
Should I be thankful that it has brought a point home to me? After I left the doctor’s yesterday, I sat at a mall reading (instead of eating, I read!). And in those hours and the hours that followed, confined to the couch and eating fries (I can as well just gain weight anyway) I had a lot of time to think.
I have thought about my ankle, my weight, my hair, food, books, the universe… but What hit me most, the minute I begun thinking about my life choices. Well, Mr/Mrs Universe, you drive a hard bargain. But I am hard headed. I chose to only rant today. Tomorrow, I’ll talk about the life choices you slapped me with. AT MY CONVENIENCE.