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If I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.
Work's over, and I'm very tired. I was considering going down to Santa Monica and walking for a bit, but I'm about worn out for that. And I'm going to get some ideas down here because I'm probably going to head straight for bed once I get in.
Boy, so much to tell about. I've realized I'm missing some research on my short story. I'll need to jump into my swimming pool at some point over the weekend, ideally at night, with the pool light on. Illuminated pools in Southern California are amazing. I think I'm going to use that color. I'd been thinking of dark blue, the color I have always used for infocom, but sea green is nice. I need to get a good look at what things look like underwater. It's been a while. I remember how it feels, but I'd like to get a refresher on that too.
Talking with veek has kicked my empathy up a notch. For a big smart guy who usually seems aloof, I can be very empathic. And listening to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
veek talk about her longing for her friends affected me more than I realized. I woke up this evening with a burning desire to go back and see my friends again in Boston. Of course, they aren't my friends, they're veek's friends. (Not to say that they couldn't be my friends, but right now they aren't.) But the absorbing of some of veek's energy left me a bit confused, and it came out when my mind was blank (something which happens often during long, mechanical proofing jobs). It took me a while to realize what was going on, but once I did I started to feel better. Being able to honestly say, "Wait, this isn't my problem," can be a real mood lifter. (Not so much if it's said dishonestly, lying to self is bad.) Confirmation came when music was able to distract me easily, even with sad songs like "Sour Times" or "Bad Luck." (I did come nearly to tears at two points, though: once when I hears a Cheech and Chong skit and once when I listened again to the lyrics of the Barenaked Ladies' "Alcohol," both of which are extremely funny. Yay comedy!) So after an hour or so of good music (and some bad), I no longer had a peculiar urge to fly to Boston and crash on the couches of people I'd never met.
It's another sign of my still self-surprising mental stability that I was able to reorient my mind so quickly. And with everything back in its proper place, I certainly am not the worse for the experience. It's part of what I wrote about earlier, just getting so involved with a person simply through conversation. While veek writes about needing to lose herself in poximity to another, I have a need to lose myself in the mind of another.
...Which seems to be easier in every DAMN place except Southern California! It's really bugging me today, with veek leaving to go to cities where she feels more comfortable. Every time I leave the city, I tend to meet the fascinating, interesting people I never run into in LA. And when the fascinating people show up here, they're always on their way out. I start to feel, as much as I believe in my heart that Los Angeles is the place I belong, that what I crave just isn't around here.
Please, feel free to prove me wrong. With phone numbers and addresses, if possible.
Boy, so much to tell about. I've realized I'm missing some research on my short story. I'll need to jump into my swimming pool at some point over the weekend, ideally at night, with the pool light on. Illuminated pools in Southern California are amazing. I think I'm going to use that color. I'd been thinking of dark blue, the color I have always used for infocom, but sea green is nice. I need to get a good look at what things look like underwater. It's been a while. I remember how it feels, but I'd like to get a refresher on that too.
Talking with veek has kicked my empathy up a notch. For a big smart guy who usually seems aloof, I can be very empathic. And listening to
veek talk about her longing for her friends affected me more than I realized. I woke up this evening with a burning desire to go back and see my friends again in Boston. Of course, they aren't my friends, they're veek's friends. (Not to say that they couldn't be my friends, but right now they aren't.) But the absorbing of some of veek's energy left me a bit confused, and it came out when my mind was blank (something which happens often during long, mechanical proofing jobs). It took me a while to realize what was going on, but once I did I started to feel better. Being able to honestly say, "Wait, this isn't my problem," can be a real mood lifter. (Not so much if it's said dishonestly, lying to self is bad.) Confirmation came when music was able to distract me easily, even with sad songs like "Sour Times" or "Bad Luck." (I did come nearly to tears at two points, though: once when I hears a Cheech and Chong skit and once when I listened again to the lyrics of the Barenaked Ladies' "Alcohol," both of which are extremely funny. Yay comedy!) So after an hour or so of good music (and some bad), I no longer had a peculiar urge to fly to Boston and crash on the couches of people I'd never met.It's another sign of my still self-surprising mental stability that I was able to reorient my mind so quickly. And with everything back in its proper place, I certainly am not the worse for the experience. It's part of what I wrote about earlier, just getting so involved with a person simply through conversation. While veek writes about needing to lose herself in poximity to another, I have a need to lose myself in the mind of another.
...Which seems to be easier in every DAMN place except Southern California! It's really bugging me today, with veek leaving to go to cities where she feels more comfortable. Every time I leave the city, I tend to meet the fascinating, interesting people I never run into in LA. And when the fascinating people show up here, they're always on their way out. I start to feel, as much as I believe in my heart that Los Angeles is the place I belong, that what I crave just isn't around here.
Please, feel free to prove me wrong. With phone numbers and addresses, if possible.