Yeah, another day of not feeling well leads me to another day of trying to come up with an original thought to write about when all I did the day before was to sleep while having episodes of Workaholics play un-watched through my medicated eyelids. It was either this day or the next where all I did was sleep until close to 2 PM. Those days are frightening to me because the medicated sleep can just go on so long. I can’t even imagine what people on hard core medications must have to deal with.
In the entry for yesterday I said I was going to go back and see if I did write about the weekend traditions that we have. I didn’t look back yet though because it spawned another memory/thought just now. I’m sitting on this here commuter train at nearly 44 years old and there is a possibility I’ve sat on this very same train when I was countless different ages. I don’t think there has been a decade in my life where I haven’t used BART in some capacity.
This means I could have been on this train when I was 9 years old and riding out to spend the weekend with my Dad. Could you even imagine putting a nine year old on a train for an hour in this day and age? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying it was bad for my parents to do this. It was a different time, somehow. Kids would walk to the nearest park or store on their own. Parents were OK with sending their children out into the world on a nice summer’s day and only expected them back for lunch and “before the street lights come on.” Sorry, where was I?
So I’ve been on the geography of this train system many different moments in time and space. I’m sure, speaking theoretically with taking the theory of the ever-expanding universe, I’ve never truly been on a train at the same spot at a different place in time, but I’ve ridden this bit of geography quite a lot in my life time. Noticing these types of things are the dangerous thoughts, I have to wonder if they are the mid-life thoughts? “What else could I have done with the entire time I’ve spent on these trains?” I’m going to say right now that those are also the stupid thoughts because they can’t ever be answered. I’m going to say that those thoughts are also stupid because every trip took me to where I needed to be so I could be at this moment right now.
Moral of the story? Don’t think on the train. It’s better to take a nap. I’ve never looked back on my life and regretted the naps.
-Will
