Marty's Unfunny Web Log: My Bench

Originally Posted:  March 23, 2007

"Ummm... Excuse me. You're sitting on my bench."

That's what I would have said last night, had I wanted to start a fight over a bench. I didn't feel like doing much of anything last night, let alone fight over a bench. 

I don't know exactly what's wrong. I guess it's just one of those times that I fear most. They come and go, less frequently these days. I'll snap out of it though, I always do. I'll probably be spending a lot more time at the gym for awhile, since that is reallly the only way I know how to get out. I should probably find other ways too, but I've found something that works so why change now?

I'll probably spend most of that extra time running. My little bout imperfectly, perfectly coincides with my training for an upcoming 5K. I just wish training for the 5K was the only reason I'm going to be taking the extra time to run. 

Sometimes I'll take a drive. My think drives I call them. Those help too. Sometimes I drive the whole time, sometimes I just drive and stop for a while and sometimes I don't even get in the car and I just walk. Either way it's still my think drive. 

I took one yesterday. I intended to just drive. I got sick of it after 10 minutes though. I decided to go to my bench. It's a fairly popular bench, so I wasn't surprised when there was people sitting there. Dissapointed, yes. 

I ended up just going to my parking lot and listening to music. I fell asleep. I woke up an hour later and decided it was time to go home. 

Overall, it was a good think drive. I would have liked my bench though. It was little chilly and I didn't have a jacket, so it was probably for the best. 

I love my bench though. It's probably my favorite place to go. I'd go all the time in the summer. Occasionally I'd just sit there, usually I'd write and sometimes I'd read. I wouldn't read a lot, only when I went earlier in the day. I'd usually go at night when the odds of people not being there were good. There isn't enough light to read at night their, but there is enough to write. Even if there is no light, it's enough for me to write.

I need my bench and it's kind of a big let down when people are there when I want to be and last night was no diffrent. I know it's not really 'my' bench so you can sit there. 

But if you are sitting on the bench across the street from the Temple on the northeast end and you see me pull up, I'd appreciate it if you made some room for me.