Day 2

This morning I awoke much earlier than I’d expected. I had the whole day ahead of me to do with as I pleased. I’d specifically planned to not plan the first few days of my vacation time.

But a curious thing happened as the morning wore on. I started to feel like really, I ought to have something planned, that there should be something accomplished at the end of it all. I should go the gym, work off some of that flab that’s been hanging around. I should clean up the apartment, I should, I ought…

Wasn’t being rested and relaxed enough?

It got worse as the day wore on. I should go get something done…

but that would mean dealing with people…

…and then it hit me.

Part of the reason I took this time off is that I am well and truly sick of people. I don’t hate them, I’m just tired of them and their constant noise. I don’t want to be perky, or happy to see someone (unless I am) or chat about our weekends (unless I’m really interested). I don’t want to deal with one more boring conversation about TV I don’t watch, all the while wishing I could curl up with my book or my knitting or my sketch book or any number of other things that I enjoy doing on my own.

And so it was that at 2:37 this afternoon, I hadn’t yet stepped out the door, and I knew exactly why. I didn’t want to deal with anyone. I didn’t want to deal with the Yaletown sneer, or get stuck in an elevator where people would studiously ignore each other. I didn’t want to pony up $5.00 for an underachieving mocha from the local coffee place, and I certainly did not want to go shopping.

This vacation thing is tough.


Posted on August 23, 2006, in Life, Vancouver. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I can relate to this absolutely!! This is what vacations (and even weekends) are all about. Your time and doing what you want. Enjoy the rest of your vacation….

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