Things I Could Do (ft. Homer)


While I sit and laze on the comfort of my three seater sofa,
I think to myself, as all great men before me have,
I should be making great use of this perfect Sunday afternoon.
The sun is out, the birds have chirped all morning,
I woke up on time, and I don't have any laundry to do today.
Now you see, a day like that is a day that's special.

I look around, I see my phone.
The thought of doing something great passes by for a sec,
as I unconsciously pick up my phone for a quick peek.
I forget my plans to conquer the day in the moment,
and as all jobless men before me have, I scroll through Instagram.
Not that I really care for Kendall's yet another magazine cover,
or my friend's dachshund being a little extra cute.
Some of those Spongebob memes are really rewarding though.


It's just that my brain needed slight off-tracking,
to make sure I feel guilty and curse at myself
for not making great use of this great day where the laundry is already done,
and I have salad in the fridge to eat for later.

I think to myself of all the things I could be doing on a day like this.
My butt tucked into the yellow pillow on the sofa,
I convince my brother to hand me my notebook, and throw a pencil at me.
He throws a bit of a tantrum instead,
but I keep saying his name in a robotic voice until he's pissed.
Then I remind him I made breakfast three days ago.


Finally, armed with a pencil and my blue notebook,
no cooking to worry about, and all my underwear clean and washed,
I start thinking about clothes for a bit.
It's only the underwear and socks that matter really,
I could just re-iron my tee shirts that are in the laundry basket.
Good thing I own 20 pairs of each.

I take a second, but the pencil in my hand
and the now open notebook remind me I had something to do.
It had to be something great for sure.
So, I start the process of writing things I could do.


I could write a blogpost about how cool it'd be to reboot Captain Underpants,
except this time I'd call it Captain Muskmelons.
Or I could continue working on that remote controlled car
that I've been trying to make since 3 years ago.
Go for a run, workout immediately, listen to an audio book,
find a new recipe, learn to make homemade pizza,
do my German lessons, or read about the second world war.

Or better yet,
I could write about having so many things I could be doing,
and yet not doing any of them.

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