This has become one of those silly habits that I enjoy. It’s 4:08 p.m., and I’m sitting at my favourite people-watching spot. I’m so glad they added this couch here; it’s such a comfortable place to read and indulge in my newfound hobby.
A man who appears to be Asian (Chinese, Korean, or Japanese, I can’t tell the difference) just passed by and smiled at me. I’m not sure what he was thinking, but maybe he’s just a happy person content with his life. Good for him.
I continued reading Circe, who talks about how she enjoys the company of her guest, Prince Odysseus. She likes it when they lay together in her bed or when he helps with daily chores at home. It feels good to have someone to share your day with, or in my case, my books and plants.
I look up and see a nun. It makes me think about my previous thoughts on having someone to share your day with. How do nuns do it? It must be lonely. But then again, they have God, and I don’t think you can be lonely if you have Him. But I get lonely sometimes, and that doesn’t mean I don’t have God. He lives in me. However, who am I to compare myself to a nun?
I go back to my book, which I must say I’m enjoying every bit of. Circe, the protagonist and namesake of the book, is my favourite. I can relate to her in many ways, except she’s a goddess, and I’m just me 🙂
Then this line caught my attention, literally. “I had walked the earth for a hundred generations, yet I was still a child to myself.” What do you mean I’m an adult? I was just born a few years ago. This is how I feel every time I remember that I’m responsible for my life. I can’t depend on another person to decide for me.
I don’t want to watch people anymore. Please take me home. Oh, wait. I’m an adult. I’m responsible for my life. I have to take myself home (want to cry; I can’t).
Finally, I’m home. What’s for dinner?
Adulthood is such a scam. I’d like to unsubscribe, please. Thank you!
Until next time,
Jane 🙂
