A crappy long weekend
I should probably figure out how many long weekends Japan has. Because it feels like quite a lot. I remember in highschool beginning to think that we couldn't go 3 weeks without running into a statutory holiday or a ped day (Interesting aside: the term ped day appears to maybe be an Anglo-Montreal regionalism. No really, try googling it.). It does not feel like that these days, especially since I work at least half of my Saturdays, but nevertheless there are enough of them that I don't keep track.
I was at a low ebb this weekend. After getting back from the office on Saturday evening I didn't know what to do with myself. By a combination of my working hours and my own ineptitude I had missed my chance at hanging out with friends that evening, and I ended up spending the rest of my weekend in my room wrestling with the conflicted feelings of both being lonely and not wanting to be around people. Still, not as melodramatic as last weekend, I did have one sleepless night but it wasn't as traumatic. I'll call that progress. I think I need to make an effort to break that feeling: Make plans with people and go out when I don't want to so that I end up having fun despite myself... There are many ways by which I want to improve myself but it is so easy to backslide. I have to admit part of it is likely the season, January and February tend to be very low months for me.
There is a plus side however. As I huddled under my covers in my room, this weekend having gotten a little colder than it has been, I found myself using an electric space heater I borrowed from my roommate. I wanted to treat myself to a simple pleasure of mine, eating mustard and saurkraut on toast with a beer. By placing my bread against the space heater's grill, I could lightely toast my bread without leaving my room. I was pretty pleased when I figured that out.
Shade
I was at a low ebb this weekend. After getting back from the office on Saturday evening I didn't know what to do with myself. By a combination of my working hours and my own ineptitude I had missed my chance at hanging out with friends that evening, and I ended up spending the rest of my weekend in my room wrestling with the conflicted feelings of both being lonely and not wanting to be around people. Still, not as melodramatic as last weekend, I did have one sleepless night but it wasn't as traumatic. I'll call that progress. I think I need to make an effort to break that feeling: Make plans with people and go out when I don't want to so that I end up having fun despite myself... There are many ways by which I want to improve myself but it is so easy to backslide. I have to admit part of it is likely the season, January and February tend to be very low months for me.
There is a plus side however. As I huddled under my covers in my room, this weekend having gotten a little colder than it has been, I found myself using an electric space heater I borrowed from my roommate. I wanted to treat myself to a simple pleasure of mine, eating mustard and saurkraut on toast with a beer. By placing my bread against the space heater's grill, I could lightely toast my bread without leaving my room. I was pretty pleased when I figured that out.
Shade