I’ve noticed over the past few months that my wardrobe has started to incorporate a lot more vibrant colors.
It’s not something I’ve been doing intentionally, but I wonder how much of it is influenced by correct medication and life becoming happier.
Anyway, it’s nice. I like it. Note to self: keep doing this thing.
The first shower after spending three days sick in bed is among the top three sensory experiences in the known universe. That is all.
I’m an alternately cranky and upbeat human; outwardly cynical with a core of optimism that refuses to die. I am at my kindest when I am sad, and I sometimes feel like I don’t entirely grasp the subtleties or intricacies of How To Human.
Usually, I’m told, it’s endearing. Sometimes it’s exasperating. Infrequently, it causes interpersonal damage of varying degrees, over which I lose a sleep while I re-read emails dozens of times, rehashing events and dialogue in my head.
I go to sex parties. I stay up late reading on Saturday nights. Sometimes I’m happy, sometimes I cry. Sometimes I listen to Belle & Sebastian drinking hot chocolate under a comforter, sometimes I drink shitty beers in loud, dirty rock clubs. I’ve got feelings, and I need a place to put them, and here we are.
In this post-LiveJournal, Not-On-Facebook era, I find myself wanting a place to keep track of my thoughts and tease out some larger-theme ideas that don’t quite lend themselves to a single thought session. You are welcome to join me for the ride; I make no promises, however, as to quality of material or consistency of theme. It’s almost as though I’m doing this for myself and not you!