You know how at school the (uninspired) teachers would always assign very classic essay titles? Every year you’d have to churn out the same old crap, talking about your _insert word here_ holiday.
Yes, I know it’s not Easter. But I was cleaning out my hard drive (sorry mama!) and found this little (self-indulgent) scribble and thought to share it with y’all.
How I Spent My Easter Holiday
I wasted my entire Easter holiday thinking. I went through each day mechanically, with the dull tediousness of a robot, each step simply a task to be accomplished. My favorite tasks were the mindless ones; the monotonous repetitiveness allowed my mind to soar in the heat-soaked city.
I thought of many things. I thought of the soothing feel of water pounding against my skin in my mother’s bathroom, and of the awkward sound of droplets hitting my shower cap. I thought of the sweet scent of soap on my hands, and resolved to wash my hands more often, if only to savor the smell for longer. I thought of the cool leather couch, growing warmer and sticker the longer I sat. I thought of how nice it would be to sunbathe on the balcony, and cursed when every day that I resolved to do so, the sun would disappear behind a sea of clouds.
In the silence of my home, I thought of the annoying ticking of clocks, and of time as some convenient measuring system that hardly mattered in the scale of things. I thought of learning how to play the piano, learning how to express the creativity bottled within. I thought of why my favorite pen was my favorite as it flowed smoothly across the paper from one word to the next. I thought of the rough texture of my skin, the dryness highlighting every wrinkle that, one day, would blemish my body.
I thought of countless, diverse things, breaking down everything I did into individual, hardly-considered elements.
At the end of the holiday, I was sad to realize that I had spent so much time thinking, that I never had the time to truly feel anything I’d felt.
What were your favourite or least favourite school essay titles?