It’s been a while since I last type here, officially. Continue reading If Then How
What had happened for the past four months? Surprisingly, a lot.
Work has been really stimulating, and meeting new people brings out newer sides of me. An introverted person with mild social anxiety would be struggling to adjust, and that’s me right after I wrote the last post but I’m getting there.
Right now? I’m eating fine. I’m exercising twice a week. I have a routine, a 10-to-6 desk job that involves writing and data capturing. It was a huge turnout compared to last year. Instead of a depressed person who loves to be indoors for seven days a week, now she is a depressed person who gets paid to be indoors for five days a week. There’s silver lining for everything I guess.
There has been times where I grew tired of writing, and it feels like I’m not myself. I don’t have inspirations or muses, even reading has grown to be a tiresome activity at one point. But now? I’m starting to write again, baby steps.
My point is that the past few months I’ve been taking care of myself better than last year, and I feel great and understand myself a little better, as well as knowing more about different types of people I’m dealing with.
It’s a nice change of pace.
To say your life is dormant is highly unacceptable. The word is applicable to plants, and they have more power than we can possibly imagine, however motionless they may seem to be.
It also works on volcanoes, to state the status of temporarily inactive behavior it has. But not humans, necessarily.
To animals, it means having normal physical functions suspended or slowed down for a period of time. We call it ‘chilling out’.
It’s fear, doubt, or anxiety especially over one’s own conduct. Believe me, I’ve checked with Google under the search term ‘Definitions of qualm’. Continue reading Qualm: It Exists Under a Common Term
I am currently watching Homes by the Sea on NatGeo now. There is a lot of grandiose abodes with marvelous interiors and stuff. When will I get to that point in life, being able to waltz into my own home and gobbled up the seaview as you enter the living room? That would be immensely gratifying, to be honest.
Like in Sussex or Brighton or Northumberland.
Or in Cannes or Montpellier.
Or in Positano or in Syracuse.
Or anywhere in Moroccan soil.
There’s a fine line between wishful thinking and daydreaming. Either you snap out of it or you don’t. But instead, you get up and work hard. Until you get to that point in life, where you’re bummed with all the coastal living choices you have to make.
It’s only fair that I got to catch up with all my posts-print and online-to make a resolution in celebration of the new year.
Well, since I am now at my quarter 20s (does that even exist) my only resolution is that I live through 2017. That’s all.
At one point, this blog is a mere after thought of what I perceive of things, writing it all down for strangers to read online. To be honest, if I were to write frank opinion of the events we went through on 2016, I probably get another nudge from people to tone it down. Seriously, my twitter account was a bitter, concise side of me and I have to take down most of the posts there since it’s not a savory act-and sarcasm does not project well in writing.
2017, bring it on.
Wouldn’t you agree, that being nice is the most sincere and spontaneous thing you could ever done to someone? It’s just that default setting in someone’s soul to be nice, even if it’s just telling them they’re on the right train platform or even helping with their bag and talking about their how nice their hair look that day.
Well, newsflash. People aren’t that nice all day.
There’s going to be some lady elbowing you so hard, fighting to get inside an already cramped train ride. Also, there’s going to be some guy slashed your tote bag on its side trying to get into your wallet. There’s always those days where you’re dealing with these kinds of people and you can’t help it. Because the world isn’t always that nice to you.
Sometimes, you just gotta suck it up and move on. But it’s better to be sincerely mad at the world–it’s healthy–since you have nowhere else to live but in it anyway.
In response to Daily Prompt, Sincere