frivolous thoughts

Just thinking...

Have you ever indulged in a favorite thing for so much and so long, you suddenly stop and wonder - really, how much is too much?

Have you ever:

- played a favorite song minute after minute?

- bought rice from a favorite stall day after day?

- worn a favorite set of tattered pyjamus night after night?

- requested for a favorite hairstyle month after month?

- searched for a favorite shoe/blouse/skirt design time after time?

- pined for a favorite lost love year after year?

So when does a 'favorite' become a 'hated'? When does a comforting routine become a boring chore? How much is too much?

Hmmm... what frivolous, featherweight thoughts on a hazy, lazy afternoon.