Fashion Routinary

I get bored easily. I do not like doing things in routine.

Nothing in me is as habitual as the constant “harutan” of my officemates. My waking hour every morning is a variable, totally dependent on my “sleeping” hour. But then again, my sleeping hour would depend on the time I woke up…chicken or egg….blah-blah-blah.

I also do not feel the urge to conduct “regular” confession sessions with the toilet bowl (excuse me) because:

a.) my eating habit is as screwed as Michael Jackson , thus, I arrive at the theory of law of action and equal reaction: irregular intake of solid food is synonymous to irregular karma in the bowl, and
b.) I have somewhat conditioned my excretory system not to function before going to school because “someone” is almost always in the bathroom EVERYTIME I need it.
I am not used to doing things “unmindfully” and “unconsciously”. I mean, if there is one thing I can do without having to remind myself of it, it’s typing my password. And oh, make that two things –being late.
Routine is for the people who’s lifestyle is so lifeless. It’s for the people who, in every day given by the Master do the same things every single day of their lives. Routine is for the living who has already planned 10 or more years of their lives, know what they want, how to get it and what part of that plan will screw up so they can avert it and entertain more “mistakes” in the future. It’s for people who cannot jeopardize and compromise even just a tiny mishap for the heck (and fun) of it. It’s just not soooo me.

I get used to things easily. And when I feel that “ever familiar monotonous” cringe, I stop whatever it is I am doi