Lose a Day or Two
Slow down, you crazy child
and take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while
it’s all right, you can afford to lose a day or two
You remember the TV show F.R.I.E.N.D.S. don’t you? I recently rewatched the alternate reality episode (the one where Monica was fat, Chandler was [still] a big dork and a pushover, and Phoebe was a stock trader or something; I forgot about the other half of the gang). I can remember that when I was very young, I’ve always dreamed about being someone who does “important” things, like Phoebe did in that episode – always on the go and considering time of utmost importance. I thought “looking” busy means you’re doing something with your life. How wrong I was.
I feel like I want to ask for more time in my hands. I want to do a lot of other things now not because it looks important but because it gives me satisfaction. For now I’m just striving not to stress myself too much. I get to allow myself to lose a day or two now whenever I feel high strung and I found it quite habit forming. Not a very good habit, all things considered, but if it helps me relax and do away with stuff like treatment for acne, then it serves a purpose. Which is more than I can say about pushing myself too hard every single time.
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when i was a kid, i wanted to be a fisherman. then, i thought you just wake up early, start fishing, then, go home by the time the is just about to rise. then, spend the whole day doing whatever it is i want like, play basketball/baseball, go biking, etc. hayyy…
i haven’t seen that one. i’ve always wondered what phoebe would be like if she were something of a no-nonsense, latte-sipping yuppie — somehow that seems almost sacrilegious