Sunday, November 1, 2015
The Sunday Series: Sunday November 1, 2015
The Sunday Series
Sunday November 1, 2015
Sunday. Dumb-day. No-day. All-day just thinking how boring Sunday is. The relaxation of a whole population is perhaps the most negative aspect on what many consider to be the first day of the week. To greet the new week in such a fashion, is like running full-force against a brick wall. The only saving grace for me, is that the Downtown Library is open from 1 PM to 5 PM. At least in those four hours, there is a sense of bliss compared to the agony of the other 20 hours that exist on a Sunday. I’m always shocked when I see the importance of “nothing” on our culture. The blankness of the day, and I guess the fact that we don’t even get mail delivered on Sunday is a blessing to some. A day without getting a bill. Then again, I do see postal trucks around town delivering more likely Amazon “Advantage” purchases. To be a consumer on a day off is like the work itself.
So boring, even dogs take a day off, and force their owners to walk them around the house. I wonder if it’s the dog or the owner that makes the decisions in the household. I suspect that a dog has a seductive power over the human, and therefore a master/slave relationship is at work. From my window I see a pretty girl walking by with her dog, and I think “lucky pup.” As for me, I’m drinking the last bottle of Trader Joe’s “Charles Shaw” in the house, and wondering what happened to my finances. Where did my world go. “Do you remember Walter?” I don’t think he does, or his senile brain is thinking of memories that are made-up, and sadly, I’m not part of the big picture in his life.
It is a day after Halloween. I dressed up in a costume on one will ever figure out who it is. Me. The truth is, I have always worn a halloween costume, but no one has paid that much attention to it. When I close my eyes, I have always taken on the role as the murderer. It is the only profession where I felt suitable to be in. In my private notebook, I have kept a list of people who I wanted to do away with. In alphabetical order by last name. Men and women, but oddly enough, more men are listed in my list of people of the soon-to-be-past. I don’t know why I’m so gender-orientated. I have heard from others, that they think of me as a homosexual. I do admire Ronnie Kray, but who wouldn’t, with his good taste in glass eye-wear.
As I sit here, getting slowly more drunk, I think of the opportunities I turned down, either due to fear of change, or the fear of not getting back from where I came from. My whole world is really here, sitting by the round dining table, marking time, by doing nothing except drinking, if the worst, at the very least, the cheapest wine on the market. One man’s high is another man’s hell. I want to wish you a very happy Sunday, for those who take the day as a reflection or mediation. As for me, I like to be medicated before I even put my foot down on the cold bedroom floor before leaving the bed.
- Tosh Berman