Well, where to start?
Naturally anyone would think that the beginning is a pretty good place to start, but as it happens, the beginning is in the past and those things that are not entirely trivial are already chronicled within this site. Instead I think we will start near the end, that is to say that one end is undeniably a beginning of something else. And so at the end of one thing, we begin another.
Thursday, July 23rd 2009
This day was to be the beginning of an end to bring about a whole new and wondrous beginning. At precisely the time that this day began in my own little pocket of space I was coming to the end of listening to the sixth book in the Harry Potter series. This was perhaps the third time I had listened to it. The first two times I thought it was slightly annoying, but now (for reasons that I will not go in to), I have a completely new appreciation for it. I made note of this time because for some reason it was really important to me.
“So this is it then? The beginning of the end of the time when you were more an idea than a reality to me.”, I thought to myself.
This, in itself, might seem a strange statement, but as you get to know me you might find that I am a bit strange. To me, something is sometimes not real unless it is, of course real, or completely absurd. There are other times when I might say that something is real just to annoy other people who insist on thinking they know everything. This is impossible, only I know everything and anyone thinking they can impose their will upon my universe is bound to think their brain is made of bubble gum before too long.
Besides listening to a book, I was at work. Work is something that you must do, because it is something you should do for a variety of reasons. You’ll have a bit of time to figure this out on your own and I only mention it because, as I stated before, I wanted to make note of this specific moment. Once I had made note of this moment I started to get a little silly about the whole thing and started noting every passing hour. I’m not going to get into it though because it was really kind of boring. Let’s just say that I was at work for quite a while longer and the thought of being on the cusp of the beginning of an end to begin something else was really making the time drag on.
After coming home, taking care of the many animals you will soon have the pleasure of torturing, and ridding myself of that wonderful stench that only people who sit in chairs under fluorescent lights all day (or night) can achieve, I went to bed. A few short hours later your mother came and sat beside me on the bed looking very upset. Apparently the hospital that is going to help bring you into this world had decided that maybe they had better things to do today and asked if we’d come back tomorrow. This was upsetting and frustrating news, your mother especially felt this way. Between you and me, I think she’s rather fond of the idea of you doing your “Tae-Bo” videos outside of her stomach. Honestly though it was more like someone dangling something you want very badly in front of you, finally saying you can have it, then snatching it away again saying, “Not quite yet, I’m not in the mood.”
So you Birth Day, our end of beginnings leading to beginnings has ended, or rather been postponed to begin again tomorrow. After all, it’s only one day…