tuesday

11/15/12

A Regular Tuesday

Sometimes I find myself thinking about how weird it is that people fall into routine. Think about it! A routine relies on so many things in the universe lining up. And your routine usually relies on a hundred other people’s routine.

Every Tuesday, at the bakery across the street, Nour works the opening shift and slips me some of their day-olds. I get coffee and strawberry scones and we talk about life and getting out of here aand feed the pigeons that crap on all the bank employee’s cars.

After that I cross the street to the bus stop. There’s always an old lady in red doing the crossword. I’ll share the pastries and she’ll tell me about her kids or her husband and I realize how big the world is. That everyone has their own lives going on. I’m just a speck to as many people as are a speck in my day.

Then I go to school. And well thats a routine all in itself. I eat lunch with the band and Mickey from track and even though we talk about different things everyday we’re still stuck in a rhythm. Stuck isnt the right word really tho. I have a great routine. I like tuesdays! Who can say that haha.

Its just crazy to think that its all intertwined. If Nour didnt work there, if we weren’t friends, what would I do instead? Would the woman in red ride the bus alone? If I didn’t get breakfast at the cafe I might go elsewhere for lunch, for something more filling. Then where would Mickey sit?

Nours job inadvertently determines Mickeys lunch routine! How crazy is that. They dont even like eachother haha.

I don’t know why Im rambling about this. Just feeling a little out of myself I guess. I wonder how much of an impact I have on everyones day. I wish there was a way to quantify that.