Running

(screenshots from the video posted on Google)

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And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with God,
And I'd get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems.

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-Kate Bush

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People do stupid things sometimes. Sometimes people do the same stupid thing over and over. Perhaps it's not about cognitive ability, but the instinctive reaction that keeps a person returning to one's comfort zone.

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Take for instance the person who does not mind being given extra responsibility at work but repeatedly does not proactively ask for it, yet continually finds boredom and frustration in the lack of direction; or the person who says he dreads facing yet another day at home, refusing to accept time and time again the importance of social contact and the benefits of a regimented work environment; or the people who toil day in and day out living off independently but find themselves prey to the financial consequences of their sympathy, to rid themselves of the guilt; or the people whose best kept secret is that they believe they keep it well.

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To each his/her own theme song. In my mind I'm simply happy that I'm listening to Kate instead of Sarah, to Adele instead of Aimee. My insides roil with that feeling that I'm not where I'm supposed to be. I can't keep still at night, I don't hear my alarm clock in the morning. I am hoping maybe this nervous energy be channeled into something more quantifiable.

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A few moments ago the office smelled like fresh rain.

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