hangovers and lo-fi post punk
some mornings simply force a pause. i used to work 55 hours a week, mostly in the office; workdays never let up with one task leaning into the next, occasionally broken by long strategy meetings. i’d always wake and run to work.
in those days i was dating and would eventually get married. but even with my social life there was always a sense of tension, an underlying current of what’s next.
my life was one long cycle of chasing the next rush, never being present. there was one exception - my saturday mornings.
i’d sleep in late then wake up nursing a hangover from the previous just-one-more night. the headache was low-key and ever-present, and i’d be sluggish enough not to be able to rush, even if i wanted to.
making coffee, i’d put on mtv asia and listen to whatever played between reality shows that felt like jackass. eventually i’d change to a proper music channel (wish i could remember the name).
after that i’d make a full english breakfast and be forced to relax - no phone, email, or facebook. after eating, i’d smoke on the balcony, looking over the city - the constant honking only background noise for a change.
it was a moment of involuntary peace in a chaotic life. though those saturdays taught me the value of an unrushed morning.
today i woke with a slight hangover (though i hardly drink these days, i had four beers last night). the headache and slow movement reminded me of those corporate days and my saturday mornings.
so much has changed. i enjoy waking up early, enjoy the time i have, but most importantly i know what i like now - that’s a big part of trying not to be a prick: getting to know myself.
i’ve been reading an alt-lit book and listening to lo-fi post punk - the raw edges rocking me more than any top 10 - thinking about what i’d like to write for my micro blog.
you can’t be more indie than me.