I was finally able to finish the page, and another one for my cousin. I think he needs one more than I do. It feels like a never ending stream of projects, always this or that, that I’m working on. I sent in my application for Big Brothers today. Just another project to add to the list. If only I was as good at finishing projects as I was good at starting them. It always seems like I’m constantly busy, yet always bored. I never have time for this or that, yet sometimes I just sit at desk, staring blankly at my flickering screen, wondering what I should do. Perhaps it’s just a sign that I’m getting older. Another day, another dollar, another irreplaceable chunk of infinitely passing lifetime. I think I just need some more time to relax, and just relax. One time, I was in a cafeteria, when I saw a girl, sitting by herself at a table. She was delicately taking tiny bites of a cherry tomato, and was just sitting there, looking out the window. Not reading, not talking with a friend, not doing anything, while she ate. She seemed to be able to just relax, and calm herself with all the commotion going on around her. I was extremely attracted to her confidence, and wished that I could be like her, that I could have the ability to just sit at a table by myself and just eat. Perhaps it will just take some more time.
Apparently, I’m never too busy for me.