C is for cookie.

2nd of July 2007

Somewhere in Finland, between places.

I love laptops. Here I am in a bus waiting for my inevitable boredom in Lapinjärvi. Typing away, like there’s no care for tomorrow. And there isn’t, actually. Tomorrow comes tomorrow and it’ll bring what it’ll bring. Call me careless, but also call me stressless.

I’m just that kind of person. Can’t be arsed to care for tomorrow and I can’t worry about the past. Actually I couldn’t, even if I wanted to. Most of the times I don’t even remember what happened yesterday. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with my memory. Just somewhere along the line of experiencing today and saving it for tomorrow there’s a little KoC saying “what’s the point?”. I mean why save your day to day life? You know hoe you live? And again, here’s a chance for a big misunderstanding, “he has a boring life”, “his life sucks so there’s nothing to remember”. I love my life. Every damn day of it. Of course I’ll remember if yesterday was good or bad. I’ll remember if something important happened. And I’ll remember that I enjoyed living it. But the thing is, I already know what makes life enjoyable for me. There’s no need to write it down to my head everyday. If I remember that I had a good day, I’ll pretty much know what kind of stuff I did then. And I also know how to enjoy the little things, a good cup of coffee, a pretty girl walking by and smiling at you, nice nap on the lawn after you just cut the grass. There’s no need for me to engrave the details. If it was good then, that’s enough for me. And C is for cookie.