Just an ordinary day, in my redundant life, filled with unoriginal people in a monotonous world. If I were to describe my life in one sentence, I think this would be a very accurate description. At the end of another underwhelming work day, I enter my room, slam the door, toss my jacket against the wall and slump face first onto my bed. Groaning, I turn toward the ceiling, staring at the same fan I have been staring at for the last seven years, along with the agonizing creaking noise it makes after every rotation. I see myself personified by that fan; going around in circles, wincing after every circle made, until people learn to eventually drown out the noise.
After graduating college, I felt the “real world” was mine to conquer, to climb to the top and thrust my flag in for all to admire. I still remember moving in to my new place seven years ago. My parents gave me enough money to lees out a place of my own, as a sort of graduation present. The first night I slept in my new apartment, on my new mattress, the only thing I could think about was how this was a stepping stone for the start of my legacy. My eyes closed, I think about those times and feel my face cracking into a grin, the naivety of youth coupled with dreams of stars and fluff. I recall setting my sights lower and lower as time went by, to where I am at now- your average pencil pusher from nine to five.
I open my eyes and look at my bedside clock, eight-thirty it tells me.
I go wash up a bit and decide on eating out today. I like walking outside, watching other people going about their trivial activities, some even considering it to be important.
I eat at a local Chinese restaurant, a place where I’ve grown partial to the food. After eating I go on a walk. I do that from time to time, walking aimlessly. It’s really mostly to escape the loneliness of the apartment for a while. Sometimes I even