Having not so exciting experiences at Borders or Starbucks, I have realized I have hit rock botton as far as my summer joy is concerned. Today I went to Borders expecting to continue reading my book Place: A Short Introduction by Tim Cresswell. The book is one that has kept me occupied for many hours thus far. Although its not a required reading for my graduate school list, I felt that I should read up before I teach a class around this very theme.
So I'm at Borders in the Paperchase section. Shelves of punk-styled notebooks and cute polka-dotted pencil sharpners kept me occupied for only 2 minutes. This only is a problem because I find myself in any office supply aisle for hours. I like to organize, as you may see. I will give up eating for a week to buy a new set of highlighters.
I must continue though. So after realizing I have not traveled at all in my life (a thought that only surfaced after trying to find a logical reason to buy a cute travel journal), I became completely numb. Now this numbness only worries me because the only person that really undrestands that numbness is the violent fictional character Dexter from Showtime. Although I have not had any violent thoughts, I have found that enjoying the simple pleasures would not do the job this summer. I ended up buying This American Life: Season 1 and the new David Sedaris book, and having done so bolted out of the store without even grabbing a knock-off Starbucks coffee.
I do not know what my problem is, really. It is as though my body as given up after years of forced labor and extreme abouts of caffine. Either way, it is hard not to question whether there is a serious problem or not.
I suppose I will have to figure it out after I read David's book. I believe that will keep the numbness at bay.
