Monday, September 16, 2013
A Moment of Not Caring.
My right foot continued to push down on the gas pedal. The stretch of road in front of me was straight and nearly empty, apart from that lone car about 100 metres.
My left hand gripped the gear stick a bit tighter as my other hand shifted the steering wheel a bit to the left. A little more pressure on the pedal.
I laughed to myself as I overtook the car.
My tummy was full of yummy sushi. I had two bags of books in the back. Sunglasses on. Face still tanned. I was a bit content. A bit happy. Forgetting things, for just that short moment.
I just had a day of loving myself. A day of making myself feel good.
An hour workout at the gym? Done.
Time spent showering and sitting in the steam room? Done.
So I decided to have a sushi lunch, all by myself. I sat, and took my time in choosing what I wanted from the revolving belt. I sipped on my cold green tea. I indulged on a plate of salmon wrapped around a ball of rice with a dollop of mayo on top.
It was so good, I'm sure my face had every bit of pleasure of it as the food practically melted in my mouth. After the first one, I was aware of the group of guys at the table opposite me was stealing side glances at me.
Okay. Its because of my gorgeousness.
I paid the bill, after one last bite, or seven.
I went to my favourite bookstore, and came out 7 books heavier. In my defense, I only paid for 3 of them, as one was a must have, and the other two came with a deal of Buy 1, Get 2 Free. Hence, 4 free books.
Bought a slice of Red Velvet for Mama.
Found myself with my foot pressing down on the gas pedal.
For that short minute, I was carefree. I no longer cared.