I've been spending too much alone time with my computer. We get along great, but this weekend's been excessive. My chair's starting to look scarily like Homer's sofa... my bum and the cushion are slowly starting to merge.
I don't like being stuck at home. I've never been a homey person. Sure, sometimes you just feel like you need a quiet night in, but as soon as I've decided that's what I want to do, I realise it was such a wrong move.
Last night I ended up sitting at home and watching Eurovision, eating cherries and drinking wine... That conjures up an image somewhere between Brigdet Jones and the Witches of Eastwick... without Jack Nicholson. Or maybe I'm just Liz Lemon without the Slanket.
Bad thing about not going out enough is not interacting with other people and living inside my head. That's not the best idea. Things start to go weird when I think about them for too long. Everything starts to blur and to seem unreal and I start questioning everything and everyone. I never think things through. I'm all act now, think later... or, even better, don't think at all.
People call me and chatter away regardless of what I'm doing, regardless of what I'm feeling, who cares. They don't. As long as they can get it off their chest, that's all they care. No, sure, go ahead, you're not bothering me at all, I can't wait to hear about it... How do you tell someone they're doing it all wrong, how do you shake the feeling of being used over and over and over, how come they know you're always going to be there, even if they decide to forget about you forever because they no longer need you, regardless of whether you need them, how do you not judge, how long can you stop those words from slipping out, how long can you keep up the smiley face as you listen... Oh yeah, I know exactly what that feels like... Been there, done that...
Oh no, wait, it actually happened the other way round.
Shut up. Sit down. Leave me alone.
This emotional rollercoaster has been sponsored by Spotify, my new favourite gadget (for want of a better word). (Anything that means I don't have to use iTunes, I fall in love with in a heartbeat).
(Ciertamente llevo demasiado tiempo trabajando... no sé por qué este post va en inglés, pero así se va a quedar. No me voy a poner a traducirlo. Sólo faltaría.)
Bad thing about not going out enough is not interacting with other people and living inside my head. That's not the best idea. Things start to go weird when I think about them for too long. Everything starts to blur and to seem unreal and I start questioning everything and everyone. I never think things through. I'm all act now, think later... or, even better, don't think at all.
People call me and chatter away regardless of what I'm doing, regardless of what I'm feeling, who cares. They don't. As long as they can get it off their chest, that's all they care. No, sure, go ahead, you're not bothering me at all, I can't wait to hear about it... How do you tell someone they're doing it all wrong, how do you shake the feeling of being used over and over and over, how come they know you're always going to be there, even if they decide to forget about you forever because they no longer need you, regardless of whether you need them, how do you not judge, how long can you stop those words from slipping out, how long can you keep up the smiley face as you listen... Oh yeah, I know exactly what that feels like... Been there, done that...
Oh no, wait, it actually happened the other way round.
Shut up. Sit down. Leave me alone.
This emotional rollercoaster has been sponsored by Spotify, my new favourite gadget (for want of a better word). (Anything that means I don't have to use iTunes, I fall in love with in a heartbeat).
(Ciertamente llevo demasiado tiempo trabajando... no sé por qué este post va en inglés, pero así se va a quedar. No me voy a poner a traducirlo. Sólo faltaría.)
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que mal te sienta trabajar :P
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