A Sense Of Completism

I sit on the window sill of my bedroom, and watch the world go by.

It's eleven thirty in the morning, and I've not long hauled my lazy backside out of bed. As I sit in the open window, my legs dangling comfortably out into the cool breeze of the late morning, I'm contemplating some serious downtime. There's things to do, but where's the rush?

I have a blog entry brewing, but it's not quite there yet. It's the final part of a longer story, and feels more important than ever to get it right. I have a great sense of personal achievement about my blog, and I've been planning this entry for months. I want it to be perfect!

But I wonder idly how many folk will get to read it? I've got lots of folk that read me regularly, but I've not broken through as a blogger yet. Part of me knows the statistics aren't important, but I'm determined to reach an audience and make it as a writer. And I badly want those numbers to be so much higher.

A movement in the street distracts me, and a young couple drift into view, ambling happily beside the park across the road. They're holding hands, and frequently exchange glances and smiles. They pause to kiss. It warms me to see it but, with a tiny green-eyed pang, I'm reminded that they share something I don't have.

As I continue to watch them, they halt suddenly so the fella can take a phone call. He detaches himself from his girlfriend and begins to tell an hilarious and rather lengthy tale to an unseen friend. The woman looks crestfallen; she's gone from centre of the universe to limbo in as many seconds. My blood pressure goes up more than a few notches - how bloody rude of him!

And he's not just rude, he's daft! I mean, seriously, just look at her! She's gorgeous! Long, wavy chestnut tresses framing a torch-singer's eyes. Her jeans and t-shirt are plain choices, but she carries herself with an unknowing sense of her own beauty that demands attention. And wow, yes, she has my attention.

I'm dragged from this blue reverie by the arrival of a brightly-painted van. A capped man get out and retrieves his cargo from the back seat. Ah yes, now this is what I've been waiting for! Looking up, he smiles and gives me a cheery wave before striding purposefully towards the house.

I wave this delivery guy to the ladder that rises to meet my window. But I don't need to - he knows the routine. As he climbs up to deliver the über-large pizza, soda and sides, I reflect that I've experienced Sloth, Pride, Greed, Envy, Anger and Lust in as many paragraphs.

The completist in me demands I finish the set of seven deadly sins off with some well-timed Gluttony.

I pay the fella and pop the pizza on the table next to the window. Flipping the lid, I retrieve the first of many hot, meaty, saucy slices of heaven.

And, sitting on the sill, I watch the world go by.


Indigo

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