a saturday

Today's a saturday. I'm home! It's a luxury for a person like me who wants to have loads of free time but can't find any.

But what am I to do with it? Read? Write? Put my feet up and watch TV? Listen to music? Talk to Dad? Chat with a friend? Go out on a binge? Sit by the sea? Go shopping? Take a walk? Go to the local bookshop, sit and pontificate with a book?

The options are one too many. It's difficult to choose. I do nothing. I just think of the options, the luxury of having time on my hands and feel helplessness seep into me.

I wanted a saturday free, I have it. But it's too late. I have forgotten to make the easiest of choices anymore.