00:01 - The day starts without me noticing his beginning and the race he has to end. I watch a movie from which the only meaningful thing that gives me is back pain. I open my flip cell phone to see if I have a missed call….you never know who might have called.
5:10 – My neck, back and shoulders beg for a massage. I don’t have anyone available to touch them. Even if I had someone within my reach the mind that resides in my head will say ‘do not let them touch you’. So I try to do the next best thing: Yoga.
6:01 – Now that part of my soreness is relieve I attempt to exercise the arms and abs that this body of mine have.
6:10 – Attempt…failed. I check my crappy cellular phone… you never know who might have called.
7:10 – Now that I have washed some of my bodily filth in the shower I proceed to clean some of the grime of my soul. Where do I start the purification? I asked. With introspection, I answered. And what better introspection than a self Tarot reading.
7:10:10 – Single spread. One card: X of Pentacles. “Represents the ten stations of the ‘Tree of Life’ of the Qabalah. Like the signs of the zodiac in astrology, this tree is model for wholeness, unity, and completion. However, what is missing in these cards is the connecting path that creates the shape of the ‘tree’. Complete but unconnected. Curiously enough, individuality is not possible when going at it alone. Once you find the bridge that connects what is foreign and different in you to others, loneliness disappears just as the fear of being swallowed up by the masses will disappear….” It ended with another wonderful statement that I can’t r
emember right now.10:00 – The alarm of my stupid flip phone wakes me up. I hit the ‘discard’ option and go back to bed to try to dream without any sleep. There are no missed calls.
1:10 – I get up to the sound of my dog barking and my mothers dryer machine. I don’t use that evil machine; instead I hang out my clothes on the second floor. I am a green boy. I check my useless blue-toothed cellular…. you never know if someone might have called while I slept.
2:10 – I take a bath of rubbing alcohol and soap. Then I dried my unbalanced body I clothe it for work. I verify that I don’t have missed calls in my lonely phone… you never know who might have called.
4:50:10 – I start walking to my workplace. Unfortunately is a place that brings me no satisfaction.
7:10 - In my 15 minute break from work I try to checked my mobile phone but I remembered that I left it at home. What if someone is calling me right now?...you never know.
10:10 – I get home and dial the number of my ridiculously big phone in the sophistically compact cell phone of my mother to follow the sound and find it. It was not where at left it but it was still inside. When I found it I opened to see if I had missed someone. For the first time in the day the screen said ‘One missed call’. It was me. Now I remember how my fake self-tarot reading ended: “Loneliness is actually the shadow of missing individuality.” I never knew…now I do. I.
