I came home to a boat today. Really! There was one just floating at my pier, doing nothing. It looked suspicious, like a teen that just bumped your car last night, and looks all innocent hoping you’ll think it was just some parking lot misfortune….The police was called. They came, they looked, they left. They’re not taking the boat. Their answer to my “and what am I supposed to do with it?” question…”we’re not craigslist. if you lost something, we’ll find it; but if you find something, we don’t look for who lost it.” Suuuure. That makes a loooot of sense! Thank you officer!
This is like one of those annoying dreams, where you’re trapped in the plot and can’t get out. There’s nothing wrong with you; you’re not scared, but you just can’t shake it off…. So, now what?! Tomorrow I’m gonna find the engine? And who knows, maybe the day after, there’ll be a person coming with it, right? Then, what? …and this was just that kind of day too…woke up too early for my own sanity, worked too well for the amount of caffeine in my blood, and my body started acting out without my brain being present…like in that dream that I was talking about…I once heard that you can die in your sleep from any dream because there is so much more intensity than in reality and your brain just fries, or your heart stops, or something along those lines…I guess somedays this happens when you’re awake too…’cause it sure feels like I’m dreaming, but I’ve been bruising my arm quite heavily, and I’m in the same state of mind…wired.
Is it bad, good, interesting, funny, scary, sad, ridiculous? Yes. To all. But I guess that each of us has the right to have one of those days. And to you, poor boat owner who lost your boat, I hope you come find it. I’ll leave it right where it is; won’t move it! But if you just tried to get rid of it, mission accomplished, I hope you’re happy …well, whatever rocks your boat!