TYPICAL DAY

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Title:
The Anxiety Of Aimlessness
Date:
May 24 2008
Life of:
Breanna
Who is a:
Student
From:
Brooklyn
Created:
May 24 2008

 
THE BEGINNING
MORNING

I wake up late. Eleven. It's a Saturday, so I suppose I am excused. I think it's a Saturday, anyway. Ever since I finished undergraduate (officially, nine days ago) the days have started to blend together.

Besides the slightly ridiculous hour, the first thing that strikes me is that my bed is not where it is supposed to be, and that fact, combined with an undeniable ache in my arms and shoulders, reminds me.

Yesterday, in a fit of aimlessness, longing for some productivity, I rearranged all of the furniture in my apartment. "Have you ever considered," asked David, my co-inhabitant, "what drives a woman's need to constantly displace furniture?" Not displace, I tell him.

The furniture is in no way committed to its present position. "I am only admitting the arbitrariness of all arrangement. The unchangeable nature of change." I was faking zen. He was laughing. But this morning, the place looks good. I boil some eggs, and try to make a plan.
AFTERNOON

The good thing about sleeping all morning is that you get a jump-start on the afternoon. I eat my breakfast, which doubles as lunch, and check my email, in hopes of a job offer.

I saw a palm reader at the graduation fair, who said I will never know myself without independent financial stability. Leave it to me to find a pragmatic palmist. I find a job offer from an insurance company. "Very impressed" with my credentials. I am immediately suspicious. Simply put, the trouble with my credentials is that I don't having any.

I delete it, and then think again. Eight days into the job search, should I be settling? I don't know, so I hang onto it instead. Then I play a flash game for half an hour, and remember why I tried to keep the internet out of my home. I drink an excess of coffee, and realize I still don't have a plan. I will finish some freelance work, I tell myself. I will do some yoga. Or, more likely, neither of these things.
THE END
 
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