Signs

Lately, I've been been trying (very, very hard as it will soon become apparent) to find hidden meanings in everyday life. For instance, last week, a man in a suit handed me a bible. I took that as a sign that there was still hope for me. Hope that I might one day make effective use of my time and energy perhaps.

This Monday morning I was having depressing thoughts about the direction my life was taking. This happened while I was brushing my teeth. Was not sure how to interpret that. Perhaps it was time to stop brushing my teeth. No, that wasn't it. Maybe it was a sign that Monday mornings are a great time to make a new start. That one seemed more probable. But being depressed isn't the best way to start anything. Maybe poetry. But I am not a poet; will not be one in a million years. Mainly because I cannot stay focussed long enough to compose a couple of verses.

I pondered long and hard about this vexing issue on the long walk to my lab. I'm not exaggerating, it's almost 30 mins from where I live. During that time the radio gave me insight into what goes on in Jason Derulo's head (he has quite a vivid imagination), had Orianthi complaining about somebody's opinion of her. They say she's stupid and useless and a lot of other things. Poor girl. Then it informed me about great shopping deals, and declared itself to be the "best" music station. Well... I wonder how many of those there are. Needless to say, with all this wondering, the mystery of the sign remained unsolved.

This week is turning out to be hectic. I have an exam tomorrow, which actually explains why I am blogging. The fact that I remembered I have an exam is a sign that I should go back to studying for it. See, I'm getting really good at this!