Envy

It is one of those bad days. Nothing goes right. Probably because my head didn’t turn up the right way when I got up from the bed, after the revolutions it goes through in my dream world. (No. I am not talking about the movie inception. Yes. I liked it a lot. But it’s not about it. Sorry). And may be tomorrow morning everything will look all sunny and that future me would scoff at the present me for being lost. Happens.

Getting splashed with refreshing brown water by a lorry.

Getting stressed at work.

Feeling irritated for not having time to do simple things like reading a novel.

Questions about the purpose of getting up and doing whatever I have to do today.

Getting lost.

Feeling lonely.

That is enough. You get the idea.

My usual antidote is comics. Works like a dream. Nothing puts things in perspective like a good comic strip.

Today its Calvin and Hobbes. And I am suddenly overcome with this enormous sense of envy.

I envy you Calvin.

I think there would be no bad days if we have someone so close that the person goes through the same things and feels the same things and relates to us completely. I think the sheer camaraderie and the pleasure of shared experience would make everything else mere details.

I wish I had my own Hobbes.