Where have I been?



Its Thursday, and the summer sun has made me drop all my plans and lay in the arms of rest. Was I supposed to be somewhere? Maybe, I am not sure if they really want me to be there. I think about this a lot, Do they invite me just because, or do they really want me to be there? Do they ask each other about me when I am late or do they not notice that I am not there? Is this the reason behind me being always late? No, of course not that would be a totally stupid reason to be late, pfft! Not trying to find the reason to justify my "unpunctualness". Wait, is that a real word? "unpunctualness". For now, let it be, I am too lazy to check it on Google. Yay! made something.

I have really ambiguous thoughts about the internet. Every now and then it does bring me joy. For instance, receiving a 'good morning' text from certain someone, watching unhinged memes, doom scrolling on reels which has made my attention span worse than that of a dumbfounded puppy, to the world tours that I often take and other endeavors  

The world tours are just me hovering around on Google Maps. You would be shocked to know that I have been to the narrow lanes of Greece to the sparkling streets of Manhattan whilst sitting on my toilet seat. Some of the best trips included strolling around the greens of Ireland, watching the beauty of Edinburgh in the distorted satellite images and the unforgettable journey to the Himalayas, it was really chilly up there I recommend taking your sweater.

All these expeditions and sights give me sense of joy that the world out there has so much to offer and is so vast that I cannot even begin to fathom, which of course I cannot, given I get lost in my own city for god sake. Now I have started to see with a new sense of perspective. Just so it does not make me look lost in my own territory. But in reality, I am lost so no matter how hard I try to hide it, It is visible to everyone in bold letters the fact that how lost I am in certain aspects of my life and how it has started to bug me on a daily basis.

To escape it sometimes I brush my hair, wear my comfy pajamas and socks, fasten my seatbelt, take a "world tour" and embark on a new journey leading me to the nooks and corners of Europe, Antarctica, Asia, or perhaps this time Australia.  

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