Eating is a such deep activity. I mean… really? You sit there. And you chew. And you chew. And sometimes you just can’t swallow. I feel that way about my life sometimes. Then, I realize I’ve forgotten to dreaded obviousness of it all… I could swallow the glob of meat tendons in my mouth little bits at a time, I could have never tried to rush all the food into my mouth so quickly in the first place, I could just give up and spit it all out. Why sit there and dwell forever when the solution is so, so simple?

That’s the kind of thing I’ll preach to my kids when they grow up. I’ll randomly start rambling about the “deep” meaning behind spending too long on a dinner when I see them sit and chew some steak forever. They’ll hate me. They’ll call me presumptuous. They’ll tell their friends I don’t understand them. I’ll ramble so much that they’ll tell their friends I don’t listen to them at all. When I don’t get to say what I’ve planned to say from this early an age, I’ll get frustrated for no good reason. Yeah, I’ll be such an average person forever.

I decide to practice a bit. I swallow my food. Somehow. Bit by bit, I take it slowly. The lunch has the soggy feel of microwaved meat… Probably because it is. Serves me right for waking up late.

It’s Sunday afternoon now, and I have some math homework. I hate math. It’s pointless. And useless. Someday I want to sit there and have a cup of tea with my math teacher and ask her the meaning of life. Somewhere out there in the depth of those numbers, there’s gotta be an answer she knows; after all, isn’t there just as much a reason for pi to be the meaning of life as there is for pi to repeat infinitely? Meh, you could say that sort of thing for any subject really, I guess. I just don’t like math.

I don’t like alot of things. Science is fun though. That’s because I have a teacher who makes it seem like an adventure. I’m taking chemistry right now, and the experience doesn’t feel like it would be exaggerated if I described it as a TV chemistry class sort of thing. The best part is… Mrs. Guileford is clumsy.

The funniest thing about this moment is that I’ve started tolet my mind trail off just as I’ve started to actually consolidate the possibility of diong my homework. Well, so much for that possibility. No, seriously, I better get started. Just wait a few minutes for me to get over this perpetual chain of thinking about doing homework. No wait, there’s definitely going to be some friend calling me up in a few moments to ensure I don’t do my homework by offering me more promising opportunities such as going to the movies. That’s how it’s always destined to happen.

But it doesn’t happen that way. I eventually decide that I can afford to be focused for once, and surprisingly, I finish my homework in a span of about 30 minutes with little trouble. I had to stop for one moment only to look up a formula in my textbook. The answers will probably end up being all wrong, but hey, I did my work, and my work is done. Now what?

TV is one of those things that gives meaning to at the same time it takes away life’s worth. If my life’s worth were measured in the number of hours I spent watching TV, I’d be pretty valuable. Then again, I’d have strong competition. But, since life worth is more or less measured in the amount of time you spend doing things other than watching TV or playing video games, we’re more or less all losers. Or I should correct myself, I’m more or less a loser. It’s a fun life. Be kind to it while it lasts.

Meh, I guess I don’t give watching TV enough credit. After all, I could become the world’s next great scientist if I watch enough educational programming. And God forbid, if I play video games like my little brother does, I could become a world champion. Then again, who’s to say anything really helps life? There are just things we all do, things only some of us do, and things way out there made to distract us from whatever else we happen to do.

Matching up those distractions to those things I do would mean getting a job as a TV watcher. So in that case, my distractions become school and stuff. And when this stuff becomes too big to be called distractions, TV becomes the distraction. But, but, but…. it’s not just all a distraction, is it? I think I’m getting a bit loose in my idea of a distraction here. I think I’m getting distracted even.

Ahh, yes, I was watching a TV program. It’s some sort of reality show. These guys are stuck in the middle of an island and whoever can make it to the shore first wins like $100,000 cash prize or something like that.

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