Do you always expect things to be exactly the way they are? What if suddenly one day you woke up and your room was a shabby old shed that was falling apart, your job was someone else's job and you had their's, and your coffee was cold and tasted like orange juice? What if red became yellow and smiles were a sign of frustration? Would you be upset and angry that things weren't the way they should, or would you go, "...wow, cool!" and look forward to an interesting day of unexpected surprises?

I think it would be neat to have maybe one or two days a year when you didn't know where you'd be when you woke up, what colour your breakfast would be or what it was going to taste like. Imagine that... It would be kind of fun, and if it wasn't, you would know that it would only be for that one day, that tomorrow everything would be back to normal. Normal, what the hell is normal anyway? Normally, I drink my coffee black, normally I eat cottage cheese and strawberries for breakfast, normally I teach VB and Java, normally the sky is blue, normally winter is cold, normally apples taste like apples. Normally. Normally. Normally. There is too much normally in life.

I guess that's kind of what Paul means when he says, "..you have to have at least one night in your life where you wake up the next morning and say, 'Where the fuck am I?!'"

Posted by Wendi @ 01/21/2004 12:23 PM EST

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