The Loop

I caught myself gazing. Unconsciously. Unpretentiously. Unfathomably. That fucking screen. With the same 20 sec corporate advertising looping. Looping in a confined space. Looping like nothing else existed.

My food had gone cold. People sitting next to me became irrelevant. That ad. Those visuals. Kept looping in the screen. And in my mind. Funny thing: I still don’t know why. It was a shit commercial. Same old platitudes. Same old promises. Same old new-age foresight; in hindsight, it was everything that works for our banal self.

So why was I staring at these visuals that seemingly brought nothing new to the table? Possibly because nothing is ever new. Nothing is ever old. It’s just changing perspectives.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?”

Sounds crashed on the shore of my prefrontal cortex. I snapped out of myself.

“Of course. You’re absolutely right!”, I blurted.

She looked at me for a second or two. I feared the worst. And then came her reply.

“Right? I knew you would understand. This is exactly what happened…”

Time’s up. My goal setting and achievement driven brain took a back seat. And in came the random neurons taking me to a new loop that would grab me by the balls and take me on a (not)joyride.