The indecisive man

An early riser, but one must be when there are so many decisions to deliberate over throughout the day. Just not enough time. Firstly, upon waking up the decision of which breakfast. Will today require a high fibre breakfast, or will a quick morning coffee do? These decisions just the tip of the iceberg, but better to limit the options to these two choices. Next, clothes. So, the shirt, classic white – yes that’ll do. Actually, burgundy could work. Yes, burgundy, some nice light chinos, shoes (the only pair available… easy decision there). Done. Alright, nearly there. Now to get ready… DAMN, late again. Forgot to choose boxers and socks… great, better just call in sick.

Negativity

The curse of negativity. It can turn a beautiful sentiment from one, to suspicion of ulterior motives… a shame. This poison can infect any happy go lucky individual – a beautiful sunny day, sullied by the constant knit-picking of every insignificant detail which isn’t quite perfect. Enjoying the moment almost impossible for the individual who can only see through the eyes of negativity. A clear path to a life painted with a tinge of grey, the dark cloud a constant presence. Why is nothing ever perfect? Why can life never go my way? The ability to enjoy and compromise inhibited by the mind. Fleeting moments of pure happiness lost, as the constant quest to find flaws in everything has become a way of life. Dependant on a daily mix of alcohol and drugs, attempting to maintain the facade of a joyous go getter… is any one being fooled by this?

Spooky

The whistle of the wind fills this house. The eery echo of silence resonates throughout. The floorboards creek as the journey necessary to brew a comforting hot cup of tea is embarked upon. Boil the water, place the tea bag in the mug, pour the boiled water, add milk – a simple task. The kettle coming to boil causes a shudder, boiling water everywhere! I must get back to the bedroom, something isn’t right. Rain starts to fall, a rhythmic contemptuous taunt, masking tonight’s true occurrence. The boiling water has started to cool… almost unnaturally quickly. There is now a distinct chill, I shiver and reach for the blanket. Wait. Where did the blanket go? It was here, there is always a blanket kept on this particular chair. I’m not alone…