I was going to write about my weekend, but then I realised I spent half of that at work (damn those double shifts!), so I don’t really have much to write about.
Working the concession stand at a movie theater on a sunday mostly means a lot of hyperactive little children ingesting a lot of sugar, which makes them even more hyperactive, and parents who inexplicably encourage those children to eat more candy. Why? I mean; I litteraly can overhear parents almost forcing their offspring to take some popcorn, icecream, candy, whatever. And then show up at the till with half a litre worth of soda for the kids. Insane.
Today was spent admiring my new shoes, that I got at a fleamarket sunday morning (oh, that’s right, I did have some fun this weekend :) ). I will maybe post a picture later, but what I can already say is that they were almost new and only cost €2! I also went to pack another box full of more of my stuff (I’m moving) and later on there’s work again.
And that’s my boring little life at the moment.
It has done nothing but rain today. It’s depressing. I had to go outside today to pick up a few things and because I’m an optimist I wore my allstars (or maybe because I’m an idiot) and got wet feet. The upside is that now I get to wear my lovely warm and cozy slippers.
I’m staring at the rain outside my window and I feel trapped. If I didn’t already have a cold, I’d go outside right now and just think to myself; in your face, stupid rain, you can’t keep me locked in. But I do have a cold and I’m also having a pretty good hairday and I don’t want to ruin that either.
Yesterday my stepdad and I put down new floor in my (future) bedroom. We had gone to Ikea to buy laminate floor planks earlier this week. Yesterday we were only supposed to make the start and then finish the job today, but it was going so great that we just decided to keep going until it was all done.
There is something quite satisfactory about doing manual labour. You start out with nothing but loose parts and after a few hours there is a new floor! Very gratifying. There is a lot to be said about intellectual work, about concepts and thinking and books and theories, but every now and then you need to get your hand dirty and see results.
So, I’m still getting used to this whole blogging thing. It’s hard finding something to write about. Writing about my own life would be boring, because I don’t lead a particularly interesting life at the moment. And writing about my views and opinions on specific subjects makes me cringe even before I write the first word. Because, despite all the blogs I regularly read (I’m a bit of a blogaholic when it comes to reading) and thouroughly enjoy reading and discovering what and how other people think and live their lives (I swear I’m not a creep though!), I just don’t understand why anyone else would be interested in what I have to say. Part of me just wants to write about everything that pops into my head, but the rest of me gets discouraged by the idea that there is a very likely chance that no one will ever read it. And as vain as it may sound; I write to be read. But my, probably genetic, insecurity and awkwardness make it hard for me to do so.
But maybe I’m being too hard on myself. Maybe this just takes some getting used to.