Friday, September 16, 2005
(5:26 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Friday Afternoon Confessional
I confess that when I woke up at an absurdly early hour, as is apparently my custom, I heard window-rattingly loud bass. It was 5:00 am. I don't understand.
I confess that yesterday I did virtually nothing academic at all. I also confess that I had too much coffee.
I confess that I had a hard time not taking this dream of The Girl personally, even though it doesn't reflect any real-life activities we've participated in:
Last night, I dreamt that I was having sex with this really boring guy, who was really boring in bed and just kept talking about philosophy during the act. He wasn't even talking to me, but kind of off into space, to himself. He furrowed his brow frequently. Since I was bored, I just kept fixing my hair.I confess that I worry about being considered boring.
I confess that this is just awesome: I'm going to get up at 5:00 in the morning to write the confessional every Friday. I've been missing the best part of the damn day. Maybe I should go do some yoga now, then brew up some nice herbal tea. I'll give up coffee because I'm so stimulated by life -- by the songbirds, by the leaves on the trees, by the majesty of the sunrise (which hasn't even happened yet). I'm going to eat oatmeal with fruit in it -- not your run of the mill fruit, not some kind of amateurish thing like bananas or strawberries, but raspberries.
I had never thought about it this way before -- making me unable to sleep through the night, every night for at least a month, has been the Lord's way of telling me that my old sleeping patterns were not in line with his perfect will. And yet I resisted his gentle nudging. Well, no more. From now on, you can all start hating me with every fiber of your being, because I'm going to be one of those people who wakes up every day at 5:00 and has accomplished more by 9:00 than you would usually do in a week. This might be the perfect time to take up gardening as well.
I confess that after a month without it, my truck seems to be more a pain in the ass than anything. I confess that I've been wanting to replace my Olivet keychain with a bottle opener, but I don't know where to buy a bottle opener keychain.
As always, absolution is available in the comment box.
