This weekend, I have been doing a lot of cool things. I went to an art opening at my local museum, I hung out with a friend, and I bought a puzzle on sale at B&N. I also bought a book for 99 cents at goodwill, by Neil Gaiman, called M is For Magic, in their Halloween section.
But right now, I am feeling kind of blah.
So I sort of want to take this time to write about what doesn’t makes me happy. What makes me downright unhappy. One thing, I can think of, is looking at the lives of others through the internet, say, facebook, and wishing I had their life. Or their passion.
I guess maybe I’m not sure what I’m saying. Sometimes, a lot of times, it depends, I feel like something BIG is missing from my life. Enjoyment. Fun. Other people. Parties. Bravery.
I looked up this guy I knew, who moved to California. He’s a musician and loves what he does. He was also kind of a douche to me, and I don’t even know why I’m bringing him up. But he has a blog and facebook page, and I looked at it. And then felt this longing. And sadness.
I think I want a boyfriend. And to get the hell out of my city. And to just enjoy life.
How can I do this?
Amanda at Kind Over Matter wrote a great piece called How To Rock (This Trip Around The Sun).
I’m on it.
I am so affected by stories of people at turning points in their lives, for the better. Shedding their skins. I am drawn to these stories. I need. I need this to be my story.