Sit. Have some tea...

picture it: i[in my gorgeous loverliness] come down the stairs and wander into the dining room[where the computer is] and decide to sit down to put my new socks on. my mother is about to leave, and when she does, i can get on the computer. again. anyway, i don't sit at the computer. there's a doorway to just about every room in the house, since the house is old and they used to need doors to keep the heat in and what not. so there's a doorway[we have since removed the doors, but the frames and hinges are still there] from the dining room to the hallway/kitchen, and up against the wall, just beside the doorway, nice and out of the way, is a chair. part of the dining room set, sure. we probably put the chair there because we almost never dine on the dining table, but we will store all kinds of crap there, and six chairs just gets in the way.
i sit down to put my socks on. but i don't. instead, i just put the socks in my lap and sit there for a second in the faint, dim blue that has overcome the room since no one has bothered to turn the light on. nobody really does this, i thought. no one sits. and i tried to think of all the things i sit for in the day: to stop standing[which implies that i was doing something else, probably talking to someone], to eat, to write, to go somewhere in a car, to read; but no one ever just sits. we always have to be doing something. which is fine, because if you're not doing something, you'll probably get bored. but in all honesty, you should just try sitting, for like a minute. don't do anything, don't be doing anything, like waiting for something. stuff will come into your head. let it. let it leave, too. just sit.