In Which Fortunately Life Keeps On Moving

Good evening, my friend, reader of this post! How are you? Hope your new month started okay! How is the weather, now that the seasons are moving to another moment? As for me, I am okay, I'd say. Tepid... the month started slowly, yet it is not that promising, given the college discipline for this month seems to be very hard to execute. I am concerned with my woes and laments because they seem hard to deal with. But, overall, I suppose I am okay. 

I hope I can work on a drawing real soon. I keep mentioning it, as to bring the moment closer. I detest that feeling of "my next drawing will be my last one". I hate it, but given the work they take, and given I don't even know how to draw properly, and I tried to at least get some classes on it, yet my mind never stays with me while I try to do it. Not sure exactly what causes such confusion. Drawing for me is intense, it is a physical activity, and very filled with adrenaline and at times I feel exhausted afterwards. I am reminded of the cat my streamer friend keeps throwing aside. It is not exactly the kindest move, but not only the cat loves him like I never seen a cat love its owner, it seems it is even asking for more. Must be the adrenaline, must be how I feel with the drawings. Specially due to my lack of technique, which I am not praising, just telling how it goes. I never take them for granted, and I am happy many like them. Some grow bored by them with time, but still find them amusing, for that I am grateful.

I had a good laugh some days ago, due to the disaster that was this year's Met Gala. It was an event I would look forward to, some years ago, before the epoch of postmodern destruction took over America's high echelons of society. Some years ago, the dresses were bizarre already, but I feel many were not that vicious. Some already had that self-importance to them, some even a pseudo urgency, two things I cannot stand, but mostly it was a light hearted moment of fashion and celebrities. How can something so eternal change so fast, just 7 years or so later, celebrities dwindled into decay, the self importance grew like a hungry mold. And the age of gnostic intersection is trying to rob us of our so long fought for comfort and sense of clarity. The more the joke wears thin, the more I can laugh at it, but for different reasons. It was a nice circus event, we had a tribute to the Power Rangers, we had a walking apparition, we even had the seven sins carrying the angel of judgement. Could as well have been the apocalypse, the theme of the night. There is this painter from the area of the Netherlands, Hieronymys Borsch? He had his spirit present in such evening. It was fun. But not in a good way.

Maybe the evening of the ball was a nice boost to the spirits, after all, not for the reasons they wanted it to be, but it worked with me anyway. I feel paralyzed at the moment, this month's college activity seems quite hard to grasp, and the internship seems like a barrier that I won't be able to go through. And I am tired. At times, much more frequent than not, I have also been playing the videogames that bring me joy, though not always and not immediately. I don'r regard it as escapism, even, just a nice way of passing the time otherwise I would be ruminating on the woes, and more rumination would end in more dreary tears and inaction. Even if some do not bring me joy that easily or that fast, I still return to Victoria 3 or Civ 5, as an example. Would love not to, even, but I cannot bring myself to uninstall Victoria 3 as an example. I like the game, and after a while I enjoy the time I spent in it, even if it feels dry and complicated and exhausting at that moment. I do hope I can play something else the rest of today.

I am just happy I got to the end of another lovely post on the blog, with the friends that I have, all of you wonderful readers. As always, thank you! I am so happy to be here, never taking it for granted. I hope I can return, of course, real soon, with some more posts to write about, hopefully will be back by the weekend or perhaps before that. My week seems like it will be somehow busy, specially perhaps today, I have to go to the clinic to sign some documents. I ought to do something about it today, if I can. In any case, wish you the best, see you again real soon. Farewell just for now...