Just Another Day Day (Blog 143)

Frustratingly my brother’s father’s day celebration was cancelled rather than moved to the 23rd of this month, as planned. (My dad went out on June 16th, so he couldn’t make the traditional date). Not to worry; instead of me writing about what I did, I’m going to write about what I didn’t do. That would perhaps make this blog my saddest one since ‘The Day I Rode The Trains’, but life can’t be one big party, right? Furthermore, my birthday is coming up which I’m looking forward to (go karts, chocolate AND music?? :O) so who cares?

Alright. I know it wasn’t my celebration and I don’t mean to whinge but I basically had no fun whatsoever on the parent worshipping day. Not on the usual date or the later one that my family just made up to make things easier. You know when I said ‘who cares?’ I lied, I do care. I did write much of my ‘How to Screw with People’ monologue though on the 23rd, so if was far from a wasted day. Why did I write about such a topic? Probably out of subconscious bitterness now that I think about it. To be fair, I did leave the house on both dates to go to the gym, which I always enjoy. I’ve written in depth about my exercise routine before, so I think I’m going to just forget about going into that again.

Note that those two paragraphs are a little shorter than usual for me. Writing about non-events sure is harder than writing about actual events or even trains. And on the subject of the transport, I have an interesting tube anecdote: Just yesterday, on an underground train, I saw a chair with ‘please give this seat up’ written on it. What the f**k is the point of that? Either the furniture will have to be left completely alone or passenger after passenger will have to keep standing up and sitting down, whilst saying ‘please sit here’, ‘please sit here’, ‘please sit here’, etc. Isn’t rush hour in London chaotic enough?

Anyway, what I didn’t do again: I didn’t dress up as a farmer, walk up to an OAP with dementia and say ‘it’s farmer’s day. Where’s my present?’ And rightly so. That would be abuse. I didn’t approach the same kind of people, dress as a llama and say ‘it’s llama’s day’ for the same reason. Staying on the subject of plays on words, I didn’t try to run FARTHER than ever before, throw a ball an incredible distance, etc.

On the plus side, I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to. I didn’t have to buy a present or a card, I didn’t have to wash a car, make dinner (not that that would be a treat) and I didn’t even have to be nice. ‘But you should always be nice!’ Yeah, well you try being pleasant when you’re in your room all day typing about how to be annoying. You have to write what’s in your heart. ‘Good point’. Thank you.

Ok, what else? Oh yes, I’ve just been talking about my brother haven’t I? You may be wondering how I celebrated my father’s father’s day. (Unfortunately, I don’t have a grandfather, so I can’t celebrate father’s father’s day which despite the different meaning, is strangely written the same. Hm). Well, I did nothing. Because he’s a grandfather now. Bye!