4. Routine

This topic is probably very hackneyed, but it never hurts to fall into a little repetition as long as it lets us think about profound ideas.
When I was 20, I'd think that it was possible to talk about successful routines. Today, I'm sure it's not. It is sort of a contradiction, don't you think? Put it this way: people try to avoid repetition, nobody likes repetition, there's no need for repetition, imagine yourself reading a text with much repetition. Isn't it annoying? Did you notice the problem? It is repulsive.
Routines make you feel locked, blocked, unhappy. Everybody needs something different from time to time, to feel that your routine/s is/are not your whole life.
However, we need routines. They are useful to put us in some order. Okay, this is boring. I promise that my next entry will be about something so much fun! See you!

Every working day I'm on the run

Let me tell you that living in Buenos Aires is more or less like this (now I'll describe a random working-day morning of mine): firstly, the alarm goes off early (let's say 7 o'clock, which is pretty early to me), secondly I have my first (and useless) attempt to get up. Then, my second attempt at it, and I succeed. However, it happens at 7.20. Anyway... then, I get dressed and start making my breakfast and serving some food to my cat, all that in very few minutes because I'm really not interested either in having my breakfast in 3 minutes or in eating on the bus. Finally, what happens is that, most of the times, I do eat something on the bus. And I hate it.
Okay. At this point, I'm ready to go out. This is not over yet. Now, we still have the adorable commuting...there are only two buses that leave me near my workplace: 152 and 68. 152 leaves me only 2 blocks away, whereas 68 leaves me almost 5 blocks away. Nevertheless, 68 is much more frequent than 152. Do you think it's a good experience? I think you know it's not. The bus I take (whichever it is), like all of them, is completely crowded, so everyone has to occupy a very small space, accept the shoves without saying anything and, in spite of all the efforts, you still get to work late...I can't blame the traffic, I know I should wake up even earlier (which would make me feel as if I were a zombie), or maybe do all what I mentioned before faster. Anyway, I'm not worried about this, because we, the Argentines, are very famous for being always on the run and staying up really late. So, considering that, I'm just like everyone else. That's the system. That's Buenos Aires way of life.