Muttaburrasaurus

I've been thinking a bit lately, and it's been hurting. Some of it has been in the shower, some of it has been in the car. Some of it has been whilst walking to the shop, some of it has been when I should have been working. Most of it has been pretty heavy. I sometimes feel as though I am burdened by this knowledge, by this thought. Not too badly though. Ha!

So yeah, basically all I've been thinking about is what I'm going to do next. Whether I want to have toast for breakfast, or whether I feel like some cereal. Thinking about whether I am going to read the paper forwards or backwards. What type of tea I am going to have. Which way I am going to drive to work. Which car park I am going to occupy. Whether I should hold the gate open for the next person. Which part of the computer monitor I will whack in order to fix up the picture on the screen. What time I'm going to have my first cup of tea. How I'm going to greet this next person, whether as a family unit, child then parent, parent then child or ignore completely. What flavour iced tea I'm going to have with lunch. Where I'm going to do my u-turn. What fruit I'm going to prepare for afternoon tea. How quickly I'm going to get out of there. Which songs I'm going to listen too. What stops do I need to make, if any. Whether to have afternoon tea. Which pimple to explore. How I feel like contributing towards dinner. Simple stuff really.

One thing that I have discovered in the last couple of days is that people generally don't react well when you respond to their question of, "What are you going to do this weekend?" with "I am planning to drink until I can't stand up any longer." It seems to draw horrified expressions and incredulity. It seems that it's quite okay to say after the fact that, yeah, I was wasted, but to actually plan it out beforehand is something that is not allowed. I know in my mind there are times when I just plain feel like getting out of hand. I don't know if this is a recent development, but I'm almost certain that it's not. So yeah, how do you feel about it? Is it socially unacceptable to state what your intentions are? Or is it only okay to do these things and then pretend later that it was an accident? Maybe it's a maturity thing, and I'll get it when I grow up.