mood: listless, glad to have finished my fulbright first draft
music: club des belugas - hip hip chin chin (go listen to this band right now.)


it occurs to me that the new "doing my own thing"/"no me importa" plane of existence which i have been trying so desperately to achieve is composed of three key steps:

1. actually doing my own thing

2. actually not caring about what others think about what i'm doing (the translation of no me importa is "it doesn't matter to me" or, more informally "i don't give a fuck")

3. spending less time caring about what other people are doing, themselves (aside from those close to me who i of course care about)

[3a] leveling out this strange penchant for naive nostalgia. i often forget that in many cases, situations and friendships were terminated because they were spoilt and/or rotten - not dewy little vacations that drifted toward a serendipitous ending without fault from any parties involved.



ps - my roommate just walked in the door and informed me there are about 30 cpd squad cars on the street behind our block. she encountered one of the officers and his greeting was "hey, have you heard any gunshots?" living in the ropa is full of its own very special joys.