He called me today. Out of nowhere. I really don’t do phone calls, they make me vaguely uneasy, even when I’m calling a close friend (which he is not).
Talked for about an hour. Barely know him, but after I got the I-have-a-boyfriend bombshell out of the way we had a really good talk.
People don’t do that you know? Just call strangers (unless they’re trying to get it…)
I really don’t get all that much real talk lately.
Oh and I may move to Minneapolis sometime this next month. Time for a change. And I wasn’t able to get the days that I wanted to work. Got six shifts where I usually get 24.
Hmmmm well not much is happening. Been working. Starting to be around old people so much that I feel like I am one.
I hold a lot of tension and I get angry easily. Well I hope that’s only true for lately, and not for always. How can I just… just not get pissed off?
It’s like I’m constantly in go-mode. I can’t remember the last time I was just sitting there, nothing to do. And if something stops me I freak out.
Is that healthy? I’m too busy to find out. I always thought that I feel better the more productive I am.
Actually considering going on an internet fast. The problem is there are certain things I feel like I need the internet for (such as checking windspeed before I bike to work so I know how early I need to leave). Then after checking the weather I get sucked in to a vortex of clickbaits.
I want to simplify my life.
On a different note:
If you’re not using airbnb you should be. Aaaaaand please let me know if you do as I can give you some money off your first stay. We stayed in this crazy aging hippie’s wagon. Awesome.
The wagon is lined with books. Found Hafiz poetry. Was happy.
There was cognac… apparently it lasted through like 60 guests, but then the last guest just decided to drink it all hahahaha. none left for us.