A nice title, fitting for someone who flits around in different social groups daily.
Traveller.
Flowers of Algernon.
Gotta write that letter.
Anywho. Today, I think I was off the glue. No, I am not an addict. But I felt off. First off, I fell asleep in class. A miracle of its own.
Secondly, I had no strength to do practice after doing to full speed dashes. That was simply sad.
And then I got agitated over the most childish thing ever, a visit to the cinema. And when someone Random pointed out I could have incited them as well and upon hearing my explanation decided that assumptions were bad things. Which didn't lift my mood really. I agree with the idea, but I at that point was completely incapable of saying something that didn't sound like picking a fight to me.
But I restrained myself.
It also dawned to me that whilst I am pleased with my new point of view of trying to be happy, I am not satisfied with my opinion of bad moments. Because disliking them isn't making it easier to tolerate them.
So I'll try to change that some day. But for now, I still have to write that letter.
Ich übe Stille,
H.
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