Month: May 2018

Saturday

Saturday

I’m sitting in my pyjamas, drinking coffee in bed, surrounded by books (Virginia Woolf on my Kindle, Ian McEwan’s “Nutshell”, paper print). A whole stack waiting to be devoured on my nightstand on the left – yet, sometimes, so little time at disposal to read as much as my soul craves for it.

I should put my ultra coloured “acid time” wallpaper on the wall, Comic Con purchased.

The birds’ sweet humming between the leaves, the seagulls’ distant shriek, evocative of an ancestral longing to be at sea.

Feeling refreshed and well rested, after a good night’s sleep – sitting all day in my pyjamas also helps! – bliss.

Numb

Numb

Normality bores me. [I can almost feel myself yawning]

Routine kills me.

Smalltalk baffles me.

I have no feelings any more, none at all.

f@!%

f@!%

Everyone wants to fuck me, but no one wants a relationship with me. [chuckle]

Fuckin hate everyone.

 

[Later edit]: Just realized that emotional intelligence workshop might have been a complete waste of time. The speaker mentioned the 3 R’s (razboi, rezistenta, rezultat), but I’m just like, hey, fuck that, people suck most of the time – no surprise here. They never cease to disappoint. Fuck empathy.