A couple of summers ago, I watched the early seasons of Smallville (and left it at that, don't judge me =D). And I remember this scene where Chloe tells young Clark Kent that he vents out his sorrow by doing heavy-duty chores on his dad's farm. Hah! I'd thought. Who does that when they're sad? If they were angry I'd understand.. You'd wana throw about a couple of haystacks.. but the sad emotion is more of a subtly pulsing yet chaotic one for me and I always assumed everyone had the same wana-stay-away-from-Planet-Earth feeling as me.
My assumptions came to an end today.. A certain unwanted, sad, feeling had emerged this morning as I sat at work.. The realization of an aspect of my life, that I had realized last week but No! my brain decided to reset the realization from square one.. It's been doing that lately with too many emotions.
Anyways, focusing on this sad feeling for now.. As it grew overwhelming strong, what did I do? Indulge in food for comfort? No. Sleep off the sorrow? Negative. Go watch the sunset? Not at all.
Of all the possible channels for my sorrow, I decided upon..... changing the setting of the Entire Library at our house!! That's 7 Full-sized, Jam-packed Bookshelves!!!
Today's the only day I have to finish the job. Plus my mom, obviously, expects the books to be arranged chronologically/ as per the serial number/ alphabetically and in all other sorts of arrangement options existing.
What was I thinking?! I DON'T KNOW! All I remember from this morning was unloading heavy sets of books from the shelves and feeling the weight on my heart shift to the physical one in my hands. And I kept at it.. till all the bookshelves were empty.
The guys have shifted them around as I'd instructed, the brothers grumbled as I'd expected, the infant-nephew had a hell of a time throwing things about, the ladies of the house nodded in appreciation.. Now I, the sole Tarzan of the family, have to put everything back!
Trust me, when I say it's a GIGANTIC job! Need I mention every family member is a book lover - all 3 generations, well the baby loves to chew at them atleast..
Considering the pattern of things.. my channels for venting out.. the resulting job that lays ahead of me.. for the next 5 hours straight.. I'd pray I'm one happy-go-lucky girl for months to come! =/
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