May 8
It can be hard for me to continue a conversation sometimes. Even though I‘m invested. It might be because I‘m a slow thinker. I‘ve seen that myself or it‘s because I lack the words to describe it.
I want to stick to a topic until it‘s been run dry. But I love tangents. I go on little side stories before circling back to the original topic before asking what we were talking about. I need to consume more words, is my guess.
Sometimes it‘s difficult to go outside. It‘s my brain doing stuff. I just stay in my bedroom and listen to music. I like listening to music. I love music. I think music is what makes us, us. Music changes my mood quickly. I like listening to upbeat music, but I do prefer slower, calmer music. I love jazz. Jazz makes my brain think. I can‘t seem to predict it always. That‘s the jazz I love. Music can be so predictable. It saps the fun out of it for me.
I think a piano is a powerful instrument. It‘s a centrepiece and complements others if needed instead. A piano and violin is my favourite duo. Piano by itself is sombre and melancholic; if it‘s alone, it‘ll always be alone, even with it doing everything it can. I‘ve had piano lessons. When I was a kid I wanted to be a drummer, but somehow I ended up on the piano. I like a piano. I‘m just not good. My fingers are weird. Rigid and stiff and pop into place. With enough dedication I can play a song or so, but with how my hands operate. It‘s hard to focus.
For years I thought pain while walking was normal until I heard that humans were made for walking. Apparently my feet are badly designed. Stand for a few minutes and they hurt, walk for long and they burn. It burns my soles. I picked up running recently. My feet hurt at first, then I switched shoes. Now my shins hurt.
I like when my body feels sore. After going to the gym. I feel some accomplishment feeling sore, I pushed my body. I think it‘s why I don‘t cut. From what I‘ve felt, physical pain doesn‘t stop me as much as how my brain feels. My body wants it, my brain says otherwise. Sometimes it‘s difficult for me to go outside.
I spilt my protein shake on the floor and it bummed me out.
I want to stick to a topic until it‘s been run dry. But I love tangents. I go on little side stories before circling back to the original topic before asking what we were talking about. I need to consume more words, is my guess.
Sometimes it‘s difficult to go outside. It‘s my brain doing stuff. I just stay in my bedroom and listen to music. I like listening to music. I love music. I think music is what makes us, us. Music changes my mood quickly. I like listening to upbeat music, but I do prefer slower, calmer music. I love jazz. Jazz makes my brain think. I can‘t seem to predict it always. That‘s the jazz I love. Music can be so predictable. It saps the fun out of it for me.
I think a piano is a powerful instrument. It‘s a centrepiece and complements others if needed instead. A piano and violin is my favourite duo. Piano by itself is sombre and melancholic; if it‘s alone, it‘ll always be alone, even with it doing everything it can. I‘ve had piano lessons. When I was a kid I wanted to be a drummer, but somehow I ended up on the piano. I like a piano. I‘m just not good. My fingers are weird. Rigid and stiff and pop into place. With enough dedication I can play a song or so, but with how my hands operate. It‘s hard to focus.
For years I thought pain while walking was normal until I heard that humans were made for walking. Apparently my feet are badly designed. Stand for a few minutes and they hurt, walk for long and they burn. It burns my soles. I picked up running recently. My feet hurt at first, then I switched shoes. Now my shins hurt.
I like when my body feels sore. After going to the gym. I feel some accomplishment feeling sore, I pushed my body. I think it‘s why I don‘t cut. From what I‘ve felt, physical pain doesn‘t stop me as much as how my brain feels. My body wants it, my brain says otherwise. Sometimes it‘s difficult for me to go outside.
I spilt my protein shake on the floor and it bummed me out.
