The Groundhog
Life is weird, isn’t it? It just keeps going (if you’re lucky). As you get older, it gets more and more like Groundhog Day. Did you see that movie? Guy gets up every morning and it’s the same day.
When you’re young, this idea seems most ludicrous I think. Something new and exciting seems to happen every day when you’re young. But the older you get, the more you’ve seen, and the larger your sample of past days becomes. Daily. And the curve flattens out as you realize that, more or less, every day IS much like the last, and you well know that even spikes on that chart (9/11, etc.) will be balanced out by another several hundred really boring-ass days.
Not that I’m bored with life. Not at all. Don’t ask me why, because it seems I ought to be.