Recently I was eating a bowl of cereal at the airport with a spoon and without milk (I've been told by, well, everybody that this is weird) and this guy kept staring at me until finally asking, "Did you forget to buy milk?"
No, I didn't just forget to buy milk and then sat down and was like, "Oh man, no milk, better just eat this dry." If I wanted milk, I'd get up, walk back five feet to where the counter is, and ask from some milk. Leave me and my dry cereal alone.
Lately, I've been irritated with myself because I'll find my fingers scrolling through the apps on my phone rather than flipping through the pages of a book while I'm drinking coffee or cooking or eating. It's not as if a book is inaccessible to me -- I've got shelves of books in my room and I can guarantee I haven't read every single one yet. And, of course, the advent of eBook readers means that a novel is literally within reach at any minute of the day.
I suppose what irritates me the most is that I could probably pour milk into my cereal these days and be done with it in minutes. No soggy cereal. Which should be the ideal right? Except I don't want milk in my cereal--and if it's there, I want it to become soggy. I want to get lost in a novel again the way I used to as a child. For some reason, that hasn't been happening much lately.
Or perhaps the reason is because I spend too much time lost in the stupid roadblocks of my own life that are--let's face it--only created by my own inability to step back and take a deep breath. I waste so much time getting anxious that at the end of the day, getting lost in a novel is the last thing I think about doing. My mind is too exhausted, has become too uncreative--all because I spend most of my day overthinking everything else.
Forget about soggy cereal. I think my brain has been over-saturated to the point of uselessness.