I know who I am. And after all these years there’s a victory in that.
All your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain – it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there’s a monster at the end of it.
The Locked Room | True Detective
I kept seeing True Detective pop up from a few people on Tumblr so I started watching it earlier this week and oh. my. gosh. Thank you! I spent an excellent Good Friday finishing it off, and it’s one of the best things I’ve seen since Borgen.
So there is another march in the city today, this time about refugees, and I saw that a friend was “going” on facebook so I texted her to confirm but she didn’t even know what I was talking about, just clicked yes on the invite. I kind of want to go, but not by myself, I’ve never done that sort of thing before but if there’s any time to start then now seems like a good one. :/
Back story: left my keys at work (presumably) earlier so picked up a spare from my brother’s place. Stayed for a beer, and he had some friends over and they were taking turns picking songs to listen to on Youtube (I think this is quite common).
Anyway he just called me and said there was a song he was thinking of that he remembered me playing but he didn’t know who it was by but he had a song that reminded him of it so he tried to play it over the phone but all I could hear was yelling in the background but eventually he realised it was The Shins and so I suggested New Slang and that was it!
Laughing because Spec really didn’t want his photo taken (I thought I should have one of him and I for the internal faux-Facebook HR thing at work).
Lately I have been feeling much less optimistic about some things than usual. I mean I am still helplessly positive in general if you ask me about something but I am also much more likely to complain about work or politics or people than usual. I am laughing less. I worry about the future. Not just mine but everywhere.
I know I have some unusual stressors at the moment (mostly work…), and the government is legitimately shit, but I worry that maybe I am becoming less of my positive self. I want less time working and more time cooking, and gardening, and hanging out with Spec. I think it will come time when I want and need a more meaningful job, but that time is not quite now, so I guess I need something to keep me going in the interim. Some leave would be a nice start.