It’s five minutes to midnight, and I am on the last train home. Went for a walk at the country’s newest garden this evening, but took exactly zero photos because the mood just wasn’t right. Was I in a wrong mental state, is it the wrong time of the month, was it the company I was with? Your guess is as good as mine. It’s Friday today but feels like Saturday. I kept saying Tomorrow when I’m meant to be saying Sunday.
Do you correct your friends or attempt to explain things when they say something illogical or unreasonable or just plain prejudiced? I used to do that, but in recent years I’ve found it easier to nod, smile, limit myself to uttering just the topic sentence of an argument and let things be, unless they turn out to be extreme or imposing. I believe people will see things when they’re ready to and not a minute sooner. People live their lives, make their mistakes, learn their lessons.
Today’s hospital appointment was the quickest one I’ve experienced so far. Everything was done within hald an hour, and I suddenly had 2 hours on my hands. Which I spent relaxing at The Pigeonhole and doodling. It was a welcome break from the hot weather and rushing around and I’m grateful for it… Also, I need either a larger camera bag or smaller notebooks. Oh, it went ok at the doctor’s. I have another 6 months to decide whether I want corrective surgery.
Almost every other person smells of alcohol on the late train. It is Friday after all. Many happy-looking couples on the train and elsewhere; I feel glad for them, that they have someone to share time, experience, and life together with, and they can wake up knowing there’s such a person for them, even if they do disagree a lot and fight too much. Seeing them reminds me that I’ve gotten used to a solitary life. It’d seemed impossible at the start, and indeed I sometimes still wish there was someone around who was the perfect and opposite image of my soul, but by and large I get on just fine. In fact, I have been surprised by friends commenting that I “look happier” and am “more myself” these days.
Which is a good thing.