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Today I woke up at 15:35 with the idea in my head that I'm getting up early and defeating my new-found habit of getting up too late. Still, it wasn't like it really mattered that I wasted the day clean.
At about 17 it started raining and I decided I have to go to the British Council. I couldn't really wait for it to stop since the Council closes at 18, so I went out all the same and it was all quite fine if we don't count the fact that I once again realized how melodramatic people are.
Every single bloody person who passed me by threw me a questioning and really exaggerated look obviously hoping that I would react to their amusement that I was walking with an umbrella in my hand during a storm and not opening it. It really wasn't any of their business and therefore annoyed me. It would have been so nice to know that a fair few of the people around me have better things to think about than completely unknown 16 year olds walking with an umbrella and not using it. I wish *I* could stop thinking about things like that. May be it would drive me mad thinking about truly important things *all* the time but important things lead to interesting/related things that are not so important but are much more fun than the other unimportant things that are not even related to important things.
Coming home I resumed reading Salinger's novel about the Glass family. It will definitely go into my list of favorite books (there is no such *list* but that is a tedious detail). Not necessarily because of the "action" that goes on in it but because of the lovely feeling it leaves and how occupied it keeps me. And for some weird reason, I feel like I'm going to meet some of the characters later on in life. Like they are this really practical prototype that one feels sure actually has people who fit in it and is not just the product of some sick mind.
Mhm
At about 17 it started raining and I decided I have to go to the British Council. I couldn't really wait for it to stop since the Council closes at 18, so I went out all the same and it was all quite fine if we don't count the fact that I once again realized how melodramatic people are.
Every single bloody person who passed me by threw me a questioning and really exaggerated look obviously hoping that I would react to their amusement that I was walking with an umbrella in my hand during a storm and not opening it. It really wasn't any of their business and therefore annoyed me. It would have been so nice to know that a fair few of the people around me have better things to think about than completely unknown 16 year olds walking with an umbrella and not using it. I wish *I* could stop thinking about things like that. May be it would drive me mad thinking about truly important things *all* the time but important things lead to interesting/related things that are not so important but are much more fun than the other unimportant things that are not even related to important things.
Coming home I resumed reading Salinger's novel about the Glass family. It will definitely go into my list of favorite books (there is no such *list* but that is a tedious detail). Not necessarily because of the "action" that goes on in it but because of the lovely feeling it leaves and how occupied it keeps me. And for some weird reason, I feel like I'm going to meet some of the characters later on in life. Like they are this really practical prototype that one feels sure actually has people who fit in it and is not just the product of some sick mind.
Mhm