Contemplation dashed out to work today. It was not something unusual actually, in fact, it happened on a rather frequent basis. The problem lies in him contemplating having more sleep, which was a result of him contemplating staying awake longer the night before. But that could go on forever and this story contemplates about only today.
Weaving and contemplating his way through the mindless crowd, things couldn't get worse when the train pulled up to the station. While he was still before the barrier.
Stairs or Escalator?
Fortunately for Contemplation, he let convenience take over his senses and went down the nearest escalator and barged into the stuffed-turkey of a train, just before the doors slammed shut, so akin to sewing the turkey's ass shut after stuffing it full ...
What the fuck was that about?
Contemplation decided to let that sick idea pass, although he let it linger in his head a little too long for his comfort. Being mildly claustrophobic, it didn't really help that he had contemplated such a mind-retching idea of his quite-daily mad rush for the train. He started to think whether he might feel a certain nausea in the mornings to come. And quite expectedly, he started contemplating about pregnancy...
So the gods were kind this morning, blessing the train with the smoothest journey in all statistical history. And by statistical numbers (Of course this was something that Contemplation was thinking about), such an event should not be happening until sometime in the middle of June next year, another 8 months down the road. It was a joyous occassion, and with that extra few minutes, Contemplation (also statistically miraculous) decided quite instantaneously to have some breakfast and coffee before walking into his office.
While waiting for the steaming hot coffee and a plate of crispy bacons, sunny-side eggs, grilled sausages and toasts, Contemplation flipped his laptop open for some morning news. Clicking around several news sites and feeds, he came across a site on daily horoscopes. He contemplated whether the horoscope would do damage to his otherwise good start to the day, and whether it was worth his while to read it among better things, and whether it was worth his time even contemplating about whether to read it or not. Curiousity was called in to rescue his escalating mind and he clicked:
"Consider yourself blessed. With that winning attitude in place, you shouldn't be surprised when adverse circumstances turn out to be immensely favorable. Believe in yourself and mighty forces will come to your aid."
That wasn't so bad.
Instinctively he loomed his cursor, with some weird theme installed which made his cursor look quite like a brain pulsing at the end of an arrow, over another star sign. He winced over that moment of foolishness and began to contemplate.
Read another? But it isn't mine. Wouldn't hurt would it? So what if I know what it says? Should I find out if it's true? But it's really not my business anymore.....
Time is one entity that tricks us all when we least know it. The bacon, sausages and eggs were cold and damp while the coffee had already lost its steaming charm. Contemplation was most definitely late heading into the office, and his cursor loitered around the screen while his mind slowly did its thing. Contemplate.
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