Ponding in the Shoes

Rain often comes in the most unexpected of times.

My pair of sneakers is nearing the end of its "useful life". When it rains, my socks will almost certainly get wet. It's not even that comfortable. And yet I can't bring myself to get a new pair. 

Premeditated Impulse

I bought a backpack today.

I chanced upon the phrase "premeditated impulse" the other day, and I thought it's a pretty neat way of describing this particular purchase.

Turning 24

Today, I turned 24.

Everyone seems to be shocked that I've got no plans; frankly, I feel a little embarrassed by their incredulity. Truth is, I've never made a big deal out of birthdays before.

24 is a "nice number". Multiple factors. The number of hours in a day. Feels "regular". I've always preferred prime numbers though, not for any apparent reason.

I liked 23.

Reboot

With the rather long-standing lack of things to write about, I have decided that anything is better than nothing, really. So, I've decided to go about describing the mundane passing of each day in the hope that an interesting something will pop into my head along the way.

The header you see at the top, "a personal contingency plan in the event of memory loss", started out as a joke. Recently, however, I've started giving it slightly more serious thought. What would it take to reconstruct a person's identity in exactly such an event?

Who are we, without our memories?

Abandoned

I'm not sure if words have abandoned me, or if it's the other way around.

Sometimes

Sometimes, we need to remember why we're doing something.

Sometimes, we need to reminded why we stopped doing something. 

Sometimes, we need to be pushed.

And sometimes, we need to be inspired.