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I like my loose routine.
Wake up, shower, get dressed, head outside and walk to the nearby bakery + cafe that i work at.
it’s a small place, tucked away on the street, the smell of freshly baked bread and warm coffee lingering just outside the front door.
The owners are kind to me, letting me make my breakfast there with no charge; usually, it’s some sort of sweet pastry and a warm mug of milk tea mixed with a teaspoon of honey.
The store usually opens up after I finish eating, and for most of the day I tend to either the café as a barista, or assisting the owners with whatever they're baking.
My favourite part of the day, however, is after work. I finish my shift in the afternoon, taking a brisk walk down the street to the busier part of town.
I have to admit that i'm still a bit childish, at least that’s what i believe considering my own age.
I can't help myself from being drawn to the local arcade, the dark, retro looking carpet with neon shapes and squiggles, the various lights and sounds coming from each arcade cabinet; Even though the place wasn't as big compared to the others i'd been to, it was still my favourite. They had a lot of my favourite games, and the general layout of the arcade was cozy with the cabinets sitting in rows or groups without the place feeling too claustrophobic. There was never that many people there, so i always felt comfortable to just be myself and destress or waste time over a couple games of Mario Kart, Street Fighter, or one of the many 'shoot the target' cabinets. It became a daily routine; home, work, arcade, and then back home, occasionally stopping for a snack or light shopping/window shopping after work.
I liked the pacing of my life; Lazy, yet still doing enough to feel productive. Although I have to silently admit that I was kind of a loser and I didn't have any friends,(besides the bakery owners but- they are work friends, its different y’know'?) and that from an outsider perspective my life looked somewhat dull and lonely; I was content.
I was fine with this.
After all, I wasn't too interested in making friends anyway. I was always quite introverted growing up, and somewhat struggled with regular social calls like parties or 'hanging out' in groups. (Not that i got invited to any of those anyway, without it being a joke.)
I didn't care for most people, and most people didn't care for me, unless they needed entertainment or some kind of benefit.
There was only one other person I cared about besides the people I knew at my job.
He was my favourite part of the day.