Hello. I'm feeling much better now. And I'm doing things.
I've been working on this epic drawing this weekend. I'm really happy with how it's coming out. When it's done, I'll try to take a picture of it and post it here. I hope I can make it look as good as it does in my head.
As for writing, I'm doing something. Not as much as maybe I'd like to, but something, at least. So much of my energy lately has been expended freaking out about the election. When that's over, hopefully I'll get more done.
I had to get out of the house this weekend, so I went out by myself. I've always been afraid to do that. It was nice, though. I heard this bluegrass band at one bar and then met this kid and played darts with him at another. It's funny how easy it can be to talk to strangers, even if they have no idea what you're talking about. If only we could talk to everyone as freely as we can talk to strangers. Tell them all about our anger and our unhappiness and our bisexual tendencies.
Has anyone ever read Nausea? I think I felt a perfect moment that night. Sitting upstairs at the bar with the bluegrass band underneath me, I looked across and everyone there just seemed so happy, looking at the band or at each other. They all had the biggest smiles on their faces. It was so unlike so many other bar experiences I've had. No one bothered me. There were no 48-year-old men trying to get me to come back to their hotel with them. No crying girls or angry boys. No drama. It was just me existing within all of these happy-seeming people. So many times I feel like I can't go anywhere without being noticed, but sometimes I think I can be a ghost.
Which I suppose is good. I'll have to work on that.
Happy Halloween.
I've been working on this epic drawing this weekend. I'm really happy with how it's coming out. When it's done, I'll try to take a picture of it and post it here. I hope I can make it look as good as it does in my head.
As for writing, I'm doing something. Not as much as maybe I'd like to, but something, at least. So much of my energy lately has been expended freaking out about the election. When that's over, hopefully I'll get more done.
I had to get out of the house this weekend, so I went out by myself. I've always been afraid to do that. It was nice, though. I heard this bluegrass band at one bar and then met this kid and played darts with him at another. It's funny how easy it can be to talk to strangers, even if they have no idea what you're talking about. If only we could talk to everyone as freely as we can talk to strangers. Tell them all about our anger and our unhappiness and our bisexual tendencies.
Has anyone ever read Nausea? I think I felt a perfect moment that night. Sitting upstairs at the bar with the bluegrass band underneath me, I looked across and everyone there just seemed so happy, looking at the band or at each other. They all had the biggest smiles on their faces. It was so unlike so many other bar experiences I've had. No one bothered me. There were no 48-year-old men trying to get me to come back to their hotel with them. No crying girls or angry boys. No drama. It was just me existing within all of these happy-seeming people. So many times I feel like I can't go anywhere without being noticed, but sometimes I think I can be a ghost.
Which I suppose is good. I'll have to work on that.
Happy Halloween.
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even when describing a pleasant moment, you still throw some cynicism in there.
gawd, that's a turn on.