a small thing that happened last week
This isn't a story update, but it's just, like... Something that's been on my mind.
So here I am. At mcdonalds at 1am in the morning with Charles and his roommate Richard. And we're talking about something, I don't remember, but somehow I started telling them about how I wanted to publish Not Intended and how I had this idea for a poetry book (with my friend, Giovanni). I told them we were already writing it and how it's about this--this--and this.
And when I talk about something I love, I just start talking about it really fast.
And Richard tells me, "Honestly, I like how when you want to do something, you just do it."
At first, I'm confused because, knowing me, what have I actually done.
Then he says, "Like, your writing and then this book you're talking about."
Honestly... He doesn't know anything about my personal life. He doesn't know my sadness, my depression. Hell, we even had ECON102 together, and I kid you not. I didn't go to class for 2 weeks (TWO!!!~!!) and I only attended 2 lectures between Midterm #1 and Midterm #2. He even asked my roommate, "Hey, where's Fara? She doesn't come to class anymore." We weren't close enough for me to tell him that I just didn't want to live for 2 weeks, that I literally skipped all my classes except for the mandatory ones.
So when he said this, it's stuck to me somehow. Whenever I feel shitty, I think about what he said. How, whenever I strongly want to do something, I just do it.
And he'll never know that by saying that, by acknowledging that somehow writing fics for free online for no reason other than to share something I like--- he really helped me in appreciating the things I've done. Posting online may not seem like a big thing to me, but he's made me step back and realize that it actually takes a lot of courage to post online and to open myself up to criticism, but that I do it anyways.
anyways that's the story ;u; its not too exciting but yeee.
So here I am. At mcdonalds at 1am in the morning with Charles and his roommate Richard. And we're talking about something, I don't remember, but somehow I started telling them about how I wanted to publish Not Intended and how I had this idea for a poetry book (with my friend, Giovanni). I told them we were already writing it and how it's about this--this--and this.
And when I talk about something I love, I just start talking about it really fast.
And Richard tells me, "Honestly, I like how when you want to do something, you just do it."
At first, I'm confused because, knowing me, what have I actually done.
Then he says, "Like, your writing and then this book you're talking about."
Honestly... He doesn't know anything about my personal life. He doesn't know my sadness, my depression. Hell, we even had ECON102 together, and I kid you not. I didn't go to class for 2 weeks (TWO!!!~!!) and I only attended 2 lectures between Midterm #1 and Midterm #2. He even asked my roommate, "Hey, where's Fara? She doesn't come to class anymore." We weren't close enough for me to tell him that I just didn't want to live for 2 weeks, that I literally skipped all my classes except for the mandatory ones.
So when he said this, it's stuck to me somehow. Whenever I feel shitty, I think about what he said. How, whenever I strongly want to do something, I just do it.
And he'll never know that by saying that, by acknowledging that somehow writing fics for free online for no reason other than to share something I like--- he really helped me in appreciating the things I've done. Posting online may not seem like a big thing to me, but he's made me step back and realize that it actually takes a lot of courage to post online and to open myself up to criticism, but that I do it anyways.
anyways that's the story ;u; its not too exciting but yeee.