Very Short & Prose / Tired

I've been very tired recently, so tired that I feel tired when I see other humans.

There are two parks near my house, both of which are about the same size, but I will definitely choose the one with fewer people. That park, which is near the entrance to the highway, across from a row of village houses, is a park just big enough to run, especially for those who can't run very well.

This kind of tiredness is an exaggeration to say that it penetrates deep into the bone marrow. But what I have to say is that I found several kinds of Chinese medicine on the Internet that said it has the effect of removing dampness, and drinking tea that can relieve tiredness, but it is useless. Due to the disposition of refraining from treating illnesses, I did not seek a Chinese medicine doctor. My daily work has already exhausted me to death. How can I find time to see a doctor? Moreover, strictly speaking, fatigue is not a disease, but a disease at most. So, if I'm not working, I'd rather stay at home until teatime or later, or walk around, than spend time visiting the doctor. I am not interested in TCM and Western medicine, even though there are several TCM and Western medicine clinics downstairs in my house.

Today, I went to buy that wet tea to drink again. The tea shop is located in the Eslite Bookstore in Tsim Sha Tsui. After buying tea and drinking, I walked around the area where the tea shop is located. That area is both connected to and separate from the book selling area. It forms a small cultural and creative circle with other small shops selling non-book products, like a small market, which is very lively. I can't help but think: It's already past lunch time. Are there really so many people who take a weekend off and don't have to go to work? There are young men and women who move slowly with their fingers clasped together like a marquee. There are same-sex couples making small cloth bags for the contestants, there are neatly dressed OLs staring at the best-selling bookshelves, and there are mothers reading books with their children. I just squeezed into the square space where the cloth bags were sold, took a look, and squeezed myself out again.

When I got hungry, I went to a chain fast food restaurant to eat. I chose a long table, because the long table is not like a small square dining table, which is too close to the stranger on the opposite side or next to it. After all, before the outbreak of the epidemic, I had been trying to maintain social distance from people.

There were three men sitting on my long table eating, and it just so happened that we were also wearing white tops. They all seem to get off work from a nearby company, come to "eat a quick meal" and go home. Off to get off work soon? I looked out the glass window, it was not yet dark.

I check my phone, 6:45pm.

Oh yes, almost there.

Now the seats of chain fast food restaurants are designed with the goal of "uncomfortable", in order to let us eat quickly and leave quickly, shorten our sitting time, and increase the restaurant's table turnover rate. I was forced to pay attention to one of the three while sitting uncomfortably on a stool smaller than my butt.

He was the closest to me, sitting across from me. He eats with one hand, while the other is busy chatting with the person on the other end of the phone. Why is it so troublesome? Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed that he was using the recording function, and the other hand that was eating was still multitasking from time to time to help the other hand press the record button. Or is he actually using the voice-to-text function, the phone sense is wrong, and he has to manually modify it?

Either way, I feel bad for him. Sitting on the uncomfortable little stool, holding a small plate, and hurriedly finishing a meal, his hands are still so busy pressing and pressing, especially his right hand, he often has to put down the tableware and press those mobile phone buttons. Why not finish a meal in a nice, quiet, leisurely way? Or, he thinks that he is just leisurely! Mobile phones, no, modern products such as social networking have unknowingly changed our social and even living habits. I can’t deny that I must have something to do right now. When I’m waiting for the bus, if I’m not listening to podcasts or songs, I must be doing work (the person hasn’t arrived at the company yet) or pressing left or right on the Internet. Press, either to report on social platforms, or to look for articles to read. If I don’t want to read blogs, I also go to Google to search for things. Basically, I have very little time to be quiet.

Maybe because of this, I recently wanted to put down my phone and the things I had to deal with. I just wanted to look up and watch the white clouds float from the left rear of the building to the front right at an extremely...slow...slow... speed. I often set a "finish line" for the clouds and guess when that cloud, or bunch of clouds, will reach the finish line. Sometimes they disappear into the blue sky as they float, but sometimes they don't "finish" and I'm already on the bus.

At this time, I received a message from my husband.

"Where have you been?" with a kiss emoji.

I turned off the screen of my phone and decided to finish the meal first.

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