In Days

He is the subject of their talks... -- Daydreamer, Adele

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I realise it's been days since I've made an actual post -- weeks, even. Let's face it. My excuse is the same as it always is: I've been busy. Sure, work is one thing, and free time another, and I seem to blend the two while using a secret skill where I avoid doing anything truly productive. Blogging? It's practice! I practice my writing here, which... well, which I might use someday?

Although, it does seem lately, when I do write, I can't seem to think of what it was that made me sit down and say "ah-ha!" Like it doesn't matter anymore, but at the moment it had occurred to me, it had seemed so profound. Everyone will love to hear this! It's so profound, I thought to myself.

Of course it's not. Of course it isn't important enough to remember. I have been working a lot lately. That makes sense. Perhaps that in itself is the issue; not that I have been working, but that I have been using that as an excuse to not write what I have in mind? Perhaps...

There's a boy at work with whom I've grown particularly angry. Annoyed might be the better choice though. He has been found hypocritical in his work by more people than myself, and that includes the manager. It gets better. I may be there to see his direct undoing, and rejoice in stepping up onto his newly vacated throne. That sounds terrible, and it is. It's as terrible as I can make it out to be, because there's no soft way of saying it. When a branch is dead, cut it off. At any rate, it may not be me if it does happen, and it may not happen at all, but I do hope it does, and I know I'm not the only one.