Monday, November 01, 2004
rainy day
At the end of a very sad, rainy day, life is a little better.
It's kinda like being crushed in your mini-van by a mudslide caused by a massive earthquake and having your mother and little sister die, but knowing that at least you're still alive.
Okay, maybe that's a bit too melodramatic an example, and maybe I was just further saddened this morning by the picture of a little Japanese orphan drinking milk in a hospital that was in today's Sun. But sometimes what seems small from the outside is really really big on the inside. Or, as a brilliant sage once put it: Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.
I have been able to assemble six people for my birthday. Even taking into account how many people are out-of-town, or unable to come because they're genuinely busy and not utterly disinterested or really mad at me, this seems like a very small number. I was definitely expecting more. But maybe that's my problem: I count on people more than I should. Still, compare this to last year, when I got about 35 people out for my birthday when I had been all alone in a country where I knew no one only a month earlier. No wonder I'm so sad.
All set to housesit again from the 2nd to the 6th. Went and met up with the cat. She doesn't like me much, but seems to like boxing with me. I told her I'd be back for Round 3. Am hoping I won't be all alone in the place the whole time I'm there.
In other news, there's a girl in my history class who seems to be going out of her way to talk to me. She always sits next to me, and asks me if I've done the reading, and is really, really friendly. I really started to wonder about her until I realised....maybe she just genuinely likes me and wants to get to know me. The foreigness of that feeling disturbs me greatly.
Well, if you're on the birthday list, and you haven't sent me an email yet, please RSVP, even if it's only to say you're not coming. Surely I deserve that much.
And the rain continues...
-N
