Morning routine
Waking up before my phone alarm, the room normally bright, a metallic blue from the light oozing in through the curtains. I lie in bed planning the day. Essays need to be finished, but I need coffee first. The alarm on my watch starts. 7:06am. After some time, I finally drag myself out of bed, and the slow creep of the world is revealing itself in my head. Get dressed and make my way to the kitchen via the bathroom. I think today's morning soundtrack will be the new clipping album. I get all the odds and ends ready to brew my coffee, and while all this is taking place, I’m looking out the window. Sunny and the birds are chatting away. Back in my room, I get myself comfortable on the chair where I can sip my coffee and listen to an album before things get hectic. It's here where the real battle starts. Sipping coffee, and the caffeine is getting to work, waking up the lazier parts of my brain. Clipping spitting bars about some cyberpunk dystopia in my ears, and everything should be fine. This would be the case if not for the pull of my phone, the ever-present itch to use it and look into the void. On this occasion, I’m actually using it to listen to an album, but on a normal day, I'd use my MP3 player and I'd see how long I can go before I pick it up. A little game I try to play with myself, but it's a zero-sum game at the end of the day. I always pick it up and fall into a beautiful despair while I do the endless scroll through feeds and memes that don’t really improve my day much. The entire morning routine really just culminates in this first hit of the phone, like a junky going after their first hit. I don’t like it and that's putting it mildly. Right now, as I type this, I can feel the pull of the techno junk that wants to consume my attention. That's really what the problem is with all this. It's a struggle to retain our attention and our ability to think clearly in our everyday lives. Its ok to be bored and let your mind wander around different thoughts and feelings, yet we think this is a curse. I think, therefore I am is what Descartes said, but if we aren’t thinking like we used to, then do we really exist? Ok let's pull this back a bit, it's a bit early for this kind of talking, but you get what I’m saying, right? It’s almost time for me to take my morning techno hit, which iv been delaying by writing this. That’s all this really is, an attempt to do something good before diving into the world via my phone. Instagram, Discord, WhatsApp and all the rest are fighting to get their bit of my attention. I managed to create something, though. I’m not sure this is any good, but it's a record of my first thoughts in the morning. Unblemished by the outside world and the opinions of the internet, no outside stimuli have had their effect on my mind just yet, which is nice.