today, i woke up all discombobulated. like a hangover without the headache. i noticed that my sister was in the room, eating Doritos or reading or something so i asked out loud: “Is it morning or afternoon?” she replied “afternoon”.
weird question eh? but with the weather these days, it gets hard to tell. it was either a gloomy morning or a gloomy afternoon. but it sure wasn’t nightfall yet. i could’ve looked at the clock, but i remembered that time stopped in my room at 7:10. batteries of the clock ran out, see? :P
i was still discombobulated, so i asked the question: “what day is it? Saturday or Sunday?”, she replied “Sunday”. on those days when there’s too little or too much to do, everything sort of melds into one. counting days isn’t easy, especially if you’re discombobulated.
i next asked, “have i eaten anything today?”, she said “you haven’t eaten lunch”.
i wasn’t asking stupid questions to be stupid. i honestly couldn’t remember anything that happened earlier! it all seemed to be one fluid dream. i mean, i had a pretty weird dream. it had anti-gravity boots, and a new-fangled Scrabble-like game. they way it worked was that like, people were in a line and they were given a word. then they had to change one letter at a time (i think) until they came up with a whole new word. for some strange reason, everyone was spelling “hermaphrodite”. apparently, it yielded the most points. hahaha! now why i would dream of that word is beyond me. maybe it was because of all that news on yahoo about that runner girl who’s only a pseudo-girl. or i dunno. but the dream felt very real, so i wondered how long had i been up that day, or what i’d already done.
“do i know what’s for lunch?” and she replied, “yes, you know that it’s tocino”. i stopped asking questions there. i just got up, washed my face then ate lunch.
it was nice not knowing what happened, was happening and was going to happen. i mean, we already live in a world where you can make a living being weatherman, financial analyst or a gypsy fortune teller. people are paid to tell others what will happen. but those few minutes of complete innocence (or airheaded-ness if you wanna be mean) were pretty cool. but now, for better or worse, i guess i’m back to normal. i’m “combobulated”, if you will (there’s no opposite to “discombobulated” is there?)
now, there’s no point really to this story. it was just supposed to be a short, like one of those quick anecdotes. but it became longer. oh well. pants pants pants!
have a good one, all! ^_^