Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.
I really love filling journals. It's one of those things that can simultaneously be a pastime and a chore. But the pages. Pages covered in writing. An entire book. I love being able to flip through that.
Today I was in a writing mood. Which typically means I'm in a cranky mood, and I need to expel some items from my head before I go bonkers. I was going over the interests of this one person that I know and how I don't really share any of them. Which seems like, you know, an issue if you want to be friends with this person. Because at the end of the day, friendship is a lot about relating. And if you can't relate... well?
So there I was moaning about my head not being filled with the kind of things this person likes, and then I thought to spin it. What is my head filled with? I can be one of those annoying people who think they are boring. In this moment, I was really giving myself time to think about things that I like. Things my head is filled with. Not necessarily things that I want to talk about because, well, I'm not much of a talker. But at least things that I think about. Or do. And these things make me happy.
Making people beautiful, ---------- -------- ----- ----, blogging, reading, going to bookstores, sitting in a cafe, taking walks, breathing in the city, filling journals, trying to make the space I live in beautiful, dancing, passively consuming images, talking to Sanne on Skype, having dinner at Lidewij's house, being silly with words and ------ ---- -- on Skype, using ---- as a human pillow, taking the underground/Metro, being surrounded by tall buildings, finishing The Fountainhead, sitting on sets with no responsibilities, listening & absorbing & itching to jump into others' scenes in my acting class, being nuzzled by an affectionate cat, traveling on trains with Sanne, picking hot boys out of a crowd, making a housing spreadsheet.
Man, I love the power of censoring myself. It makes me feel--get ready for this--powerful.