I didn't see it coming, but..

Today, I was caught up in traffic, running short of time, when I noticed my petrol tank empty button blinking. Hah ha. I laughed at myself. I'm back. The real self. Welcome. I missed you.

That made me think again about the past few days. My best friend has taken one week's leave and the two of us chat every evening, for hours. So, my project report had to wait-still waiting; reading books had to wait; my consultant's job had to wait; packing up had to wait. I didn't do anything other than what was absolutely necessary-that is, going to work, calling the owner of my new flat and the lawyer and going to sign the agreement and take the key, washing. Let me see, I didn't even have tea other than the regular morning one and that I make when my bro comes home.

To the hell with the social realists and all. I decided this is what I want. I'm perfectly in control of my life-that is postponing everything possible. And why not? What do I want from life? I want to be happy. I AM while talking to my friend, so?

I remember a story we used to tell at the school. There was this professor in, let's say psychology-for the sake of completeness-who had succeeded in life, ahem, and was travelling around, seeking to do something important with his knowledge. He saw this young chap, sitting by a stream, smoking a cigar, watching the puffs of smoke disappearing into air. Now, I really don't like that smoking part but it has kind of a 'visual effect'. The professor, so keen on doing good, immediately got the driver to stop. And went to the young man.

"Young man," said the professor "What are you doing?"
"Nothing"
"Nothing?"
"Nah."
Professor knew he had a job here.
So he started his mission.
"Young man, instead of wasting your time here, doing nothing, you could have studied hard. And when you have studied well, you could get a well-paid job. And when you have a well paid job, you could buy your own house, a big car, nice clothes and everything a man wants. You could marry a very beautiful girl and have kids."
The youth didn't seem to follow the professor's line of thought. He asked, "All this, for what?"
"For what?" the professor exclaimed. "To be HAPPY."
The young chap smiled.
"I AM happy now."

Alright. So I am happy now.

But, to be fair to the psychologists I must add this final bit: Can a psychologist change a light bulb? The answer is- No, the light bulb has to want to change itself first.