Banker Loafer Lazy Guy

Deep contemplations are few and far between in these snap-crackle-pop times we live in. So are deep satisfying defecations, but that is a discussion for another day. Relaxing holidays seem a myth too, what with the hustle-bustle of planning and going and doing stuff and blowing money and coming back home with a god-awful hangover and sleep deprivation. It is thus with barely-concealed glee that I embrace this lazy weekday afternoon where I am sitting at home in my shorts and doing absolutely positively nothing. Manna from heaven.

Epiphanies about the mysteries of life and the inner machinations of the universe are still not forthcoming, so I'll delve a bit instead on my life. Ostensibly a Banker, Intrinsically a Loafer, and Aspirationally a Lazy Guy. So I go to work every day while every fibre of my being is telling me to go to the Pyramids instead, or the Louvre, or any of the million other wondrous beauteous places this planet abounds in. Then there is that tiny voice in the back of my head which keeps wondering about how life would have been so peaceful without all these hassles and everything else concerning hopes, dreams, ambitions, actualities, practicalities and any other crap. Quite a beguiling voice this one, especially when there are a million and one things buzzing around in my head, but I'm sure I'm not the only one with this affliction. When you are going off the deep end, you do wonder how things could have been so much more different.

So I go to work, enjoy the weekends and holidays and try to maintain a positive bank balance. Nothing unusual; no rocket science or mumbo jumbo involved whatsoever, quite a good life actually. The Banker banks, the Loafer loafs and the Lazy Guy lolls around till someone kicks him off the bed; all of them satisfied with the cosy little niches they have carved out for themselves. But the restlessness is still there, a perpetual pin-prick that refuses to let me be really at peace. I'm probably too young for that anyway. This is the age to live and learn, shake things up, precipitate chaos, destroy effigies, erect monstrosities. This is the age to live wild and free like a feckless Energizer bunny. This is the age to eschew order, decry stability and denounce rationality. Life is but one; to do less with it would be downright disrespectful. 

So I sit and type while a soaring crescendo builds steadily behind my ears, like the raging roar of frothing water as you are pushed inexorably towards the edge of the waterfall. I might survive, I might not. But gosh it's going to be one hell of a ride! 

I can hear some teeth chattering behind me. There are gonna be some changes in the trinity methinks.