Monday Sun-day Fun day

There are pros and cons to the way my bedroom is set up. There are no “ordinary windows per say. What I have are two sky lights right over my bed and desk. As you read that, some of you may have thought it sounds wonderful and some of you may have thought it sounded horrible. You are both right. But, at the end of the day, this is where I write. Its not ideal but its not unquestionably impossible either. Allow me, if you will, to break down some pros and cons:

Pros:

1.       It gets good light

2.       It is quiet

3.       Its away from everyone else

Cons:

1.       It sometimes gets too much light

2.       It is quiet when I am the only one home

3.       Its sometimes too far away.

You can’t have it both ways unfortunately. As I write this, it is a noticeable 22⁰c. This is considered beach weather here in Ireland. It’s a Monday in July and nobody has work to go to. Except me, of course, who is writing this. Everyone else has gone to the beach. Everyone in my household loves the beach. This is where my black woolly jumper is in full bloom. Not literally, mind you. That would be insanity of the highest order. I don’t like the beach. I don’t like sand. At the risk of sounding like Anakin Skywalker, I will move on.

You know what’s even worse? Apparently, I am a very good swimmer. That’s right. The guy who doesn’t like going to the beach is part fish, according to my mother. This may be the makings of a poem or something. I don’t believe I have written anything about this. It would be a shame to put it to waste, wouldn’t it? Kind of like how I am seemingly wasting my time sitting here in a sunlit room while the rest of my tribe are at the beach burning up and swimming about (just not as good as me).

When my mother asks me why I don’t like the beach I don’t really have an answer. It’s just something I haven’t taken to at the point in my life. I used to love the beach. That I know for sure. Something traumatic may have happened at some point. I don’t know. These are the kind of things one would discuss with a therapist. But I don’t care as much.

At this point my love hate relationship with the beach, I say never say never. I tell people (when they ask, of course), that I may take to the beach again someday. I mean, I live in a country that is lucky to see a heatwave last a whole week. If that’s not a reason to go, I guess we should all jump at that opportunity.

The beach loves me. I think the beach is a nice person but don’t want to get too friendly just yet. Thank you for reading. I am off to not go to the beach.

Thank you for your time.