For more than a year now, I have taken a morning walk on Wednesday mornings and an exercise class (pilates) on Thursday mornings. Then, due to an alteration in my pilates teacher’s situation, I agreed to move my pilates class to Wednesdays, rescheduling my Wednesday morning walk permanently to Thursday.
The preceding may be the most boring paragraph I have ever written. Anywhere. Somebody recently asked me what I write about in my blog, and I said I write whatever comes to my mind, going on to explain, “But it isn’t not like, ‘I ate an egg.’”
That, however, is what I believe I just did.
Just for fun, I considered writing that opening paragraph again, seeing if I could “top” it with an even more boring paragraph. But I won’t, fearing I might easily succeed.
Instead, I shall judiciously move on.
No matter which day it is – be it a Wednesday or now a Thursday – the route for my morning walk remains unalterably the same. I walk southward on Fourth Street, turn left on Rose, proceed eastward to the Groundwork coffee emporium, I purchase a small “Venice Blend” – fresh brewed or, if it is not being brewed that day, a “Venice Blend” “pour-over”, and then I retrace my steps, walking westward along Rose and northbound on Fourth Street.
Oh, no! That paragraph was ever worse! Dear Lord! Have I contracted “Boring Disease”? Oh, wow! Maybe I’m always this boring and I am only noticing it today!
Jehosephat! “I made an egg” is a spellbinder compared to that twaddle.
The thing is, – he explained in the way of an excuse, a pathetically lame one but an excuse nonetheless – my now Thursday walks are less interesting than my former Wednesday adventures used to be.
Yeah, that’s it, Earlo.
Blame the day!
Although that does, I swear to you, seem to legitimately be the case. “Thursday” is just not happening. No woman walking four dogs at the same time, leading me to wonder, “Is she a professional dog walker, or does she just really like dogs”? No more monitoring my natural charisma, glancing at walkers headed in my direction, seeing if can induce a smiling “Good morning” from a stranger, scoring surprisingly regularly, though considerably less so with Asian females and men from wherever. (An adaptation of the line from Red River – “There are only two things more beautiful than a good gun: a Swiss watch and a woman from anywhere.” Only that one is better.)
Thursday walkers seem inexplicably immune to my irresistible twinkle. In fact, nothing is the same. Even the birds chirp differently on Thursdays. Less enthusiastically, it seems to me.
A RANDOM BIRD: “We chirped great yesterday. But Thursdays? I don’t know, it’s getting close to the weekend and we are pretty much ‘chirped out’.”
I fear I have lost something valuable in my moving my pilates session to Wednesdays and my morning walks to Thursdays, not the least of it being engrossing Wednesday morning material. Thursday is demonstrably more… I don’t know, it’s like nobody’s trying.
Although I did notice one thing.
I took my morning walk – I shall, mercifully, not reiterate my route – I procured my small “Venice Blend”, and I proceeded back home. And when I got there – I was actually putting my key in the lock when I noticed this – on the return fifteen to twenty-minute trek to my house…
I had not touched a single drop of my coffee.
Making me wonder,
Did I actually want coffee at all? Or did I want a walk, but I could not go out on one without a specific destination?
(Which in this case cost me three dollars plus a tip.)
It would appear that as a personal value, walking for the sake of walking is unacceptable to me. My walking requires an intention, even one, judging from the untouched cup of coffee I returned home with that morning, that I do not actually care about.
My observation suggests, that, for me, walking without a purpose is, like, “What’s the point?” similar in its meaninglessness to a ballgame where nobody keeps score.
What exactly does that say about me?
That nothing is intrinsically valuable to me and I have to set, if necessary, artificial objectives to participate?
Or that I needed something to write about and this is the best I could come up with?
And if it’s the second one, I am telling you…