My life is not spontaneous

I feel like life was not meant to be compactable and square sided. I have the curse/blessing of having every moment in my life planned out, even my leisure time. But how does one say: "I think 30 minutes should be enough time for a relaxing walk." or even further, how does one deal with having leisure time scheduled at all? It is a ridiculous life we lead; all with our schedules and planners to make life less stressful. But what we end up doing with well scheduled lives, is filling in the gaps. There is no longer any spontaneity in life. I sometimes feel like I have even scheduled my romantic life: Friday night, 10 pm to 2 - hit on ladies at a bar in the Mission, optional: take lady friend to home.




What ever happened to unproductivity? Why is it that we place so much value on time and productivity? Doesn't it seem like the universes' biggest joke on humans is that even though the length of daylight available changes with the seasons, we humans will continue to try and do the same or ever increasing amounts of work regardless of the season? If plants and other animals hibernate during the winter, decrease activity and calorie expenditure, shouldn't we follow suit?



Back to spontaneity, I think it is all a big ruse really. Life is supposed to be exciting, scary, real, and unknown. Instead, I know exactly what I am going to do every weekend, weekday, and I pretty much have my bathroom breaks down to an art. Yes folks, I have the incredible power of clockwork regularity.



I just want a surprise here and there…help me join the unknown!