Saturday, the goal-free way

So it was Saturday today, which probably explained why I had a hard time waking up this morning. It seems like I am always the last one to wake up and usually have little snippets in my memory of everyone else's actions as they woke up before me. Dad yelling at sister to wake up. Dad cooking something in the kitchen. Sister saying goodbye. She has a thing with with saying goodbye to me while I am asleep. I am not supposed to hear this but I do for some reason. 

Having nothing better to do, I headed over to a friend's house where I found him studying vigorously like a monk working hard transcribing an ancient text in a dark monastery. I began doing a jigsaw puzzle. I really enjoy them now, partly because of the rush of dopamine that gets released whenever pieces click into place, but also because of how when I put the piece together, It is like I am also putting together the pieces of my life. While it is a relaxing past time, it is also a personal one. 

If you thought jigsaw puzzles are something for people with way too much time on their hands, listen to this:  I spent nearly two hours making a bracelet with string. You could call it a friendship bracelet but I was planning to wear it myself. Call it eccentric, call it childish, heck you can even call it girly. But I had such a good time, i felt like I was in a trance. It was meditative even. Therapeutic. It is something you would get a little kid to do to keep them busy for hours on end during the summers. Maybe arts and crafts can help offset the effects of an analytically oriented society.