What do you do in a Saturday afternoon? Change your bed sheet. Get your laundry done. Just stay in bed. Listen to some chilled-out music. Hang out with friends in some overcrowded malls. Go somewhere with your families. Planning your perfect first date. Go to gallery. Try a new restaurant in town.
My Saturday afternoon is my gift and my curse. It’s a non allocated time in the perpetual cycle of weeks. Sometimes I miss Saturday very much like a boy waiting for his favorite toy. Sometimes I just can’t figure out what to do that I might stay in bed, swinging my pillow one side to another, try to maintain my 12 hours sleep.
I used to love Saturdays. When I was in elementary school, my parents used to take us to this renowned family diner every Saturday afternoon. They have a great fried chicken there. Even now I can taste the chicken sauce in my lips and my sister’s laughter. And then came high school. Saturdays are the most anticipated day because my high scool is a boarding school isolated in valleys, rivers, creeks, and endless dried rice fields. Saturday means a permission to leave the school until Sunday evening; permission to take a breath from harsh live of high school, pressure from seniors and academically demanding teachers.
My uncle said whatever things we do in our present times are investment to what we are in the future. Supposedly he is right, then so far I gain zero interest for my Saturdays. I don’t know what is the best thing to do in Saturdays. I don’t know what is the best thing to do with my later life. I see people do something from a single-numbered age until they reach more-numbered age and they become very good in that ”something”, they live in that ”something”. I sometimes find myself asking, ”What is my something, what is the thing that I’ve done for so long and become very good at it?” Well, to be honest, there is one thing: sleeping. I’m a famous classroom sleeper from high school until college. None of my classmates will disagree. But sleeping is not actually living, isn’t it?
Don’t get me wrong. I do have some nice Saturdays. Mostly it happen when I buy new video game title to play in my PC. Or some new DVD movie. Or go camping with some fellow in college. Or feel a bit adventurous and go to some new place alone. But that’s not the point. The point is if I can’t decide anything about one single day from seven days, how am I going to decide my times in life?
