Be careful what you wish for.

I got an email from UPS last night. There was an order that supposed to be delivered to me today. I wasn’t sure why I got that email. I haven’t purchased anything new in a short while. The last time I got online was just the other weekend, but I received it. So, I was pretty unsure what else I bought and that I hadn’t received yet. I was trying to rack my mind about what was the last thing I had bought and that didn’t make it. Nothing came to my mind. I reread the email a few more times trying to decipher whatever I could about it. At the back of my mind, I knew what I had bought, but for some reason I was unable to connect the dots. I immediately checked my credit card history. Nothing seems to make the list in the days leading up to yesterday. Perhaps, it was something I had order a while back and they just came to getting to courier it out just yesterday. But I was still trying to find out what it was. I know I had tried to buy a few stuff a while back and the payment didn’t go through for some and I had a weirdly good feeling that I was getting something that I had wanted. Perhaps, I did place that order instead of just pushing them to the cart. I had been wanting to get some good clothes. Now, hear me out. I seem to have developed a peculiar weird fashion sense and I think it looks so cool in my head. I have been pretty sure that this will turn so many heads that I can’t even being to express. I would be the coolest of the bunch. Ofcourse this is all in my head and the reality is father than the truth. 

While I had been day dreaming like it was nobody’s business racking up items in the carts to stuff I couldn’t possibly afford, I was under the false impression that I did buy some of the stuff. I had planned to go to office today, but then I decided not to just to see what this package was all about. I was curious for sure and also excited that I was getting something I didn’t even know I bought. A couple of things that added that twinkle in the eye was that the address was way too accurate. If someone had, say .. hacked and bought some stuff, why would they be sending it my address in the first place. Secondly, the order was being shipped by some unknown company. I did some google search and it was not clear but it seemed to have been a subsidiary of some textile company. I was pretty sure at this point that this was some clothing item I had no recollection of buying, but then again it was great that I was getting it nonetheless. And when morning came, this thought kept coming and going like a two way door, because I, for majority of the time, was involved in the office meetings, not that I was paying attention, but I was. And then there was a knock. And boy oh boy, was I disappointed. It came with an obligation I thought I didn’t have to do it. And how this had completely skipped my mind. 

A few months back I saw there were posters about a marathon happening in the city. This intrigued me for obvious reasons. I wanted to get in shape. One of the way was to get me some exercise, which I sort of was doing with the cycling but it was very inconsistent. So, this marathon meant that I have to run and for that I had to some running beforehand to be able to complete the run, to say the least. I registered knowing now what I was signing myself up for. I don’t believe I had finished the registration because I did get some follow up emails to register with the link shared on the company email. This was a month after I had registered and by that I had already fallen prey to laziness and staying home and will do it later racking up serious belly and extra weight in places I didn’t even know existed. I might have knowingly, but unknowingly skipped those emails two times, each a month apart. It shouldn’t surprise when I say that they would have removed my name from the list, without a doubt. So, I was surprised when I do get the box with a TShirt and some pink goggles ( I mean seriously? ) and obviously a cap. I was clearly confused at this point. I had been second guessing what I did during the registration. I think there was some fees involved at that time which I thought was clearly not my cup of tea because I can’t even look the floor beneath me. At this point, I don’t even know what I registered for. I only see those followup emails requesting me to register. And guess what I ended up doing? I ended up registering for half marathon. I know I might totally bail, but then again I feel like if I were to train in the next 10 days, I just might. Iridescent dreams. Tell me about it.

x.v.mmxxii