"How terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as extraordinary as living."
- Jostein Gaarder
I've just been applying to jobs, any job, all jobs. I still haven't really gotten anything but I'm not letting myself be bored at home. I've taken out some perrenial guides and guides to drying and using herbs. I've even started doing scientific drawings of plants and analysing them, scribing down what I know about any plant I find or herb. Secondly but very important, I have been terribly sick and it's not helping the motivation to go otuside and apply to places in person, especially if they're far. The weather here is bitter, no other way to describe it, almost spiteful. And I'm also doing hand embroidery for Chantal, on her corset. It's turning out well, but it takes an incredibly long time. I just want to make sure it looks presentable, at least, by the 28th.
Still writing, still drinking tea and coffee, still wondering about the world around me. Nothing is really new. We've started to get more people used to just coming into our apartment when they're feeling tired, lonely, or just bored. I wish more people would, even if it's just to sit there quietly - now that we have a bunny I can even claim there's a theraputic benefit. I know it's selfish to ask people to come to me, but I've gotten some strange attitudes from my overly-friendly demeanor, of going to people's doors and asking if they want to hang out. I guess being stuck inside so much, even walks don't quite cure loneliness. I don't feel particularily alone, I enjoy being with trees and grass and dirt, but I haven't said a word in a long time. Can I just chalk this up to the on-and-off again depression? I think I will.
- Jostein Gaarder
I've just been applying to jobs, any job, all jobs. I still haven't really gotten anything but I'm not letting myself be bored at home. I've taken out some perrenial guides and guides to drying and using herbs. I've even started doing scientific drawings of plants and analysing them, scribing down what I know about any plant I find or herb. Secondly but very important, I have been terribly sick and it's not helping the motivation to go otuside and apply to places in person, especially if they're far. The weather here is bitter, no other way to describe it, almost spiteful. And I'm also doing hand embroidery for Chantal, on her corset. It's turning out well, but it takes an incredibly long time. I just want to make sure it looks presentable, at least, by the 28th.
Still writing, still drinking tea and coffee, still wondering about the world around me. Nothing is really new. We've started to get more people used to just coming into our apartment when they're feeling tired, lonely, or just bored. I wish more people would, even if it's just to sit there quietly - now that we have a bunny I can even claim there's a theraputic benefit. I know it's selfish to ask people to come to me, but I've gotten some strange attitudes from my overly-friendly demeanor, of going to people's doors and asking if they want to hang out. I guess being stuck inside so much, even walks don't quite cure loneliness. I don't feel particularily alone, I enjoy being with trees and grass and dirt, but I haven't said a word in a long time. Can I just chalk this up to the on-and-off again depression? I think I will.
