Capetonification

It started s while back.
I'm not exactly sure when. But it seems to have become more commonplace, and occurs almost on a daily basis. I wake up, and my mind swims into awareness. The process is slow, but within 10 minutes I can rise from my bed. I make my way to the bathroom, urinate, wash my hands and then brush my teeth.

I open the double doors to my clothing cupboard.
Then it happens.

I just stare. Stare at all the clothes that run the full length of the rail. Stair at all the t-shirts, golf shirts, long sleeve tops all untidily packed on the shelf above the rail.
I stand and stare.
I almost half expect something to jump out at me and say: "Pick me! I want to see the sun today! Oh, Please pick me."
But it doesn't happen. And I just stare.
It goes on for a time that seems immeasurable. The sun continues to make its predetermined way across the sky, the birds continue to chorus and the plants continue to grow at a pace that the human eye cannot see.
And I continue to stare.
If i didn't force myself to pick something I would still be there now - mesmerized by the sheer lack of interest for the contents of that cupboard. It's not that the clothes suck or anything. They were all good choices, and at some point I really liked them. And it's not as if I long for Guess or Levi or anything else to replace them. I think if it was up to me, and the world were not so discriminating I'd got to work in the underwear I wore when I woke up.
At least tomorrow is Saturday. I don't have to get dressed. I can dodge the cupboard for a few days.
But then it's just a matter of time.
Monday will come...

And on a lighter note, some interesting stories this morning in my mail from mybroadband.co.za"

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