Five o'clock. What is left of the day after lunch always seems to drag on. Finally, it was time to go home. She didn't dislike her job, she just didn't enjoy it. There wasn't a job she would enjoy. This one had a decent pay, a good commute, and good benefits. She couldn't think of anything more she could want from the job, but it still felt empty. She felt empty. Life just didn't seem to have a point. Death didn't either, though. If you pick life and change your mind, you can always die. If you pick death, you don't get to come back to life. Things would be easier for her if she actually believed in reincarnation or an afterlife. They just don't make any sense.
Home. She actually owned a 2 bedroom condo, not that anyone lived there with her anymore. Why did everyone have to get jobs so far away? The longer she lived alone, the lower her self-esteem went. She thought, 'Maybe I should go to the bar tomorrow night. Maybe I could meet someone who likes me. Not tonight. Looking to meet someone at a bar is bad enough on its own, I don't really need to go on a Thursday! I should probably eat something, though'. Rummaging through the cabinets and the fridge, she settled on pasta. It's easy enough. There's not much cleaning to do, either. Campanelle with some Alfredo would be good.
Once dinner was made, she brought her plate and wine to the TV and started flipping channels. Court shows, infomercials, drama, sports, sitcoms - maybe a sitcom will do. She thought, 'How is it that there's nothing on with all these channels? Is this what life is? Being mildly content with everything? I guess I'll eat my mediocre meal in front of this mediocre show in my mediocre house.' and started to eat. Once she was done, she cleaned up, shut off the TV, took a long shower, and went to bed. It was still pretty early, but she had nothing better to do. Maybe the dreams are better.
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Home. She actually owned a 2 bedroom condo, not that anyone lived there with her anymore. Why did everyone have to get jobs so far away? The longer she lived alone, the lower her self-esteem went. She thought, 'Maybe I should go to the bar tomorrow night. Maybe I could meet someone who likes me. Not tonight. Looking to meet someone at a bar is bad enough on its own, I don't really need to go on a Thursday! I should probably eat something, though'. Rummaging through the cabinets and the fridge, she settled on pasta. It's easy enough. There's not much cleaning to do, either. Campanelle with some Alfredo would be good.
Once dinner was made, she brought her plate and wine to the TV and started flipping channels. Court shows, infomercials, drama, sports, sitcoms - maybe a sitcom will do. She thought, 'How is it that there's nothing on with all these channels? Is this what life is? Being mildly content with everything? I guess I'll eat my mediocre meal in front of this mediocre show in my mediocre house.' and started to eat. Once she was done, she cleaned up, shut off the TV, took a long shower, and went to bed. It was still pretty early, but she had nothing better to do. Maybe the dreams are better.
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