I’m happy, looking forward to my holidays, looking forward to another day of having something to do, looking forward to another day of seeing funny things and laughing and thinking about things. I’m facile, sure, but it doesn’t matter at all. Nothing really matters (oooooh I’m channeling Freddie Mercury). I could have said that in a flat, negative way (probably I would have a couple of years ago), but right now it’s something serene.
I know my latest posts have been angsty emo poetry-ish, but it’s not the state that I exist in, and I’m not really sure what they relate to. There are several things that I have been a bit stressed about lately (mainly family matters), so perhaps that’s it. Anyway, disquiet and negativity exist in normal life. Suffering is the human condition, is it not? I’m getting past it, and learning to become less highly strung.
I really should post some more photos, non?
oui, oui!