Reflecting Sunday

Sundays, more like do everything you couldn't on Saturday.
So today was choke full of all the planning meant for yesterday but got postponed or rather pushed due to rains and laziness.
Venturing outside for an entire day, as delightful as it may seem inside of a head is never all that much thrilling.
I mean every time we think that this going out bit for a relaxed brunch and movie is going to be a lot more enjoyable than it was last time, and of course it always turns out exactly how it went every time you hazarded an adventurous weekend in the past. Tepid.
For starters the brunch menu is never all that. It's got a lot of good stuff to be sure, but the finished product in terms of taste is just as meh as it was last time you went to that great place.
Then of course a post brunch session often involves going to a movie which is in a theatre which is inside of a mall, on the top floor, and you're always either one hour late or two hours early and thus you have time to squander and spend doing a bit of window shopping (who's going to carry bags inside a theatre) and strolling toy shops (I do that) end up buying hot wheels, find a coffee shop, drink sub par coffee, repair for the movie hall (finally) and watch a movie.

Once the movie is done it's almost dusk and you realise you spent an entire day outside, and that buying some basic groceries is still pending and ugh..

There comes a time finally what with all the time spent outside, seeing so many people, doing so many activities that it gets tiresome to even talk and the merest thought of changing into comfortable pajamas is a thought most encouraging, and for that you have to make for home instantly, to hell with the groceries, they can be bought on a Tuesday.

Home, tea, aimless tv, light dinner.

The only reason you go out on a weekend is to realise the value of staying home, cuz going outside is fun temporarily but the pleasures of coming back home are permanent.. this is something you learn only as you get older.


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