It might hit you, one morning, that you're stirring your coffee too long.
For two hours you are trying to mix the black with the black.
Possibly you are stuck, in a thought, or just alongside the road.
The milk is next to you on the table, the sugar on the bottom of the cup. You are wondering how to get moving again - how to get the chili in the stew.
There are some ways to proceed.
First you try mimicking the busy life. Force getting up at 8. Picking up three fights and having the checklist done. Dressing up as if important stuff to do. Saying 'hello', saying 'how are you?'. By noon you have run out of things to run for.
Then you could still cook the food. Impress the husband with a nasi goreng on the table, lead a Stepford's wives' life. The baby, the kitchen, the smile. There is no explaining to do.
Or, there is the office job. The structured day plan, the lunch away from the desk, the gossip near the coffee machine.
The baby and the scheme.
The unacceptable alternatives.
(picture taken from http://pascalcampion.blogspot.com)
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