I haven’t written a blog post on here for a while, and it occurred to me that I really should stop berating myself for it.
I’ve been feeling weird lately, out of sorts I guess. I’m not sure what it is that’s causing this strange mood, it could be a lot of things. I think the base feeling is one of melancholy, and perhaps a quiet boredom. Sometimes I miss the things I used to do, and I wish I had the energy for it but I’m flat out just trying to get through each day of work.
I miss new experiences, new music, new people.
This train of thought is making me feel like listening to my “songs to cry to” playlist, but I also think that it’s not good for me to wallow.
It’s good to cry every now and then. For me, anyway. It’s like a release. Tim and Thomas were saying that crying is a woman’s secret weapon, and it’s always unfair, no matter when they use it. I don’t think it’s a conscious decision most of the time, I think it’s more of a defense mechanism. But apparently, men can’t cope with women crying. Why? It’s not the end of the world.
Maybe because it’s emo? Stupid emos.
I want to go overseas. I want to live in another country. I want to earn my wage in a different currency. I want to be cold most of the year instead of hot (not emotionally, GOSH!). I want to play in snow again. I want to know WHEN this will happen, not just have it be at some unknown point in the future. I want to go on weekend trips to different countries, and hear different languages being spoken around me. I want to try new things, step out of my comfort zone, get lost, have fun.
Oh my god I love doing those things! Here are some skills that I own:
- cooking
- sewing
- cleaning
- talking
- random statements
- writing (usually)
- having a decent vocabulary
- knowing the difference between there, they’re & their; then & than; you, your & you’re
- laughing
- liking things
- liking people
I know there are other things. Life’s decent, isn’t it?