Monday, Monday
“The silicon chip inside her head
gets switched to overload
and nobody’s gonna go to school today
she’s gonna make them stay at home
And Daddy doesn’t understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reason
‘Cause there are no reasons
What reasons do you need to be shown
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I want to shoot
The whole day down.”
— Boomtown Rats (as covered by Tori Amos), “I Don’t Like Mondays” —
Appropriate for another gloomy day in the life. Was just lying in bed, contemplating what I want out of this life, what I’ve already got, and how to use the latter to acquire the former, before the silicon chip switches to overload.
Before I die, I want:
1. To own a house/condo/apartment.
2. To see Italy, France, Ireland, Scotland and Spain.
3. To earn enough money to choose When and If I want to work during a particular day/week/month/year.
4. To always have enough money in the bank to purchase a last-minute plane ticket to anywhere and be able to afford at least a week in a hotel, wherever I end up.
5. To continually be surrounded by beautiful people and things that are real, consisent and meaningful.
6. To be pleased with my whole self, instead of certain parts or none at all.
7. To love what I do, both professionally and personally.
“Sometimes you’re hit by the moment
When suddenly everything seems to be clear
A time when the world moves so slowly
A time when the answers just seem to appear
Sometimes it seems like a long road
Wrapped up and caught up in all that you fear
Then finally you stand in a strange place
Where you’ve learned and you’ve grown
And your moment is here.”
— Seven and the Sun, “I Won’t Look Back” —