How is it July already. Jew-lie.
My anchors are the people I spend time with; the only reason for me to remember the days of the week. Otherwise, I’d lose track of time as the summer slips through my fingers.
It feels like I’m living the same life I had back in my apartment on Lees, soon after graduation; unemployed, single, keeping myself busy, co-habitating with two cats, not going out much, not having any long-term goals, and not over-thinking things. I’m doing what I want. My needs are being met. I’m investing in the right kinds of relationships. I’m enjoying things as they are now, instead of trying to chase a sense of happiness in the future.
This means I get to focus on one project at a time. Being able to lose myself in something for days is a luxury I’ve rarely had. I think I’ve always preferred to work like this, but having a 9–5 job tends to get in the way.
At the same time, I feel completely oblivious to some things. I don’t have cable, so I can’t remember the last time I saw a commercial. I never know what movies are out. I’ve started seeing parodies of popular songs before I hear the originals.
I used to be afraid that these were signs I was losing touch with the world, turning into an old man, but I don’t mind anymore. There’s so much shallow consumerism, celebrity obsession, and disposable culture out there, and I don’t want anything to do with any of it.
I’ll just live in my little world, big enough to get lost in.