So, you might be wondering why 2am is morning to me. Or what is afternoon to me. Also, you might as well not be wondering that, since I feel like I'm talking to the voices in my head, and thinking or wondering isn't really their forte.
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Scratch that.
I wake up to a cozy, mildly bright room, because of the properly covered windows. I check the time, it's 11:04am, pretty basic time for me to get out of bed. And so I do, since laying in bed all day might sound attractive, but really isn't. To me at least, you do you.
I wash myself, get changed and do all that basic stuff that people with a home to wake up in do (for now at least). Back to the previous thought, I tried laying in bed all day, it got pretty tedious when I had to get out of it to eat, drink etc etc, too much stuff to do out of bed for me to call it 'laying in bed all day'. So, after the daily routine, I set off to the kitchen... where I give up on eating anything and straight up leave my house.
You might be wondering, 'why not eat anything you dumb fuck, you skip breakfast by waking up past 11am and then skip lunch without any reason'. You sure talk a lot, but thank you for your care. To such nice people, I say: it is what it is.
It's winter now and in my city there's nice clean white snow all around the place, even on the roads. I hate wearing jackets or anything on top of my shirt, so I simply leave the house with only a shirt on top (and ofc pants on the bottom, I'm not a psycho).
At least I tried my best in taking care of myself and chose a long-sleeved one.
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My god, do I love short-sleeved slash sleeveless shirts.
Anyway, since I'm wearing something remotely warm, ignoring the weird looks of side characters whose names noone knows, I go on a casual stroll around the park a few kilometers away (since my country knows the metric system instead of measuring with feet, bleh, disgusting), and after satisfying my stroll desire, I sit down on a random snow covered bench.
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I did not get the snow off the bench.
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Yes, now I feel wet and cold seeping into my clothes and skin. Do I feel uncomfortable? Hell yeah I do! Do I do anything to change that? Of course not! I'm too lazy to bother... Catching a cold is not the worst that happened to me in my life, and anything worse than that might lead me straight to the sweet sweet embrace of death, which isn't that bad of a scenario.
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Anyway, I sit there on a bench, look around, at the warmly dressed people in scarfs, jackets and shit (still sending me weird looks, no idea why), and think to myself that it must be nice. Why not just whip out my phone and get myself busy with it?
Why should I go to the park just to use my phone in the first place? Of course I came here just to look around. And definitely that's the only reason for me doing so.
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I didn't forget my phone.
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So anyway, seeing nothing interesting, I proceed to just close my eyes, trying to ignore the wetness of snow all around me, and take a nap. You might be wondering (you sure do wonder a lot), why would a guy try to take a nap, when being wet from snow, and not wearing sufficient clothing for the cold weather?
The answer is actually very simple.
Because I'm sleepy.
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