I remember exactly where I was when a really ugly truth was told to me.
There’s something physiologically jarring that happens to your body when you’re confronted with truth.
Everything falls away for a moment. You are simultaneously hyper aware of your surroundings and also so removed from your body… it’s as though you’re a fly on the wall, observing the unfolding of a traumatic event in someone else’s life.
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In my previous post I mentioned how I’ve always wanted to write aesthetically . Truthfully, there are a lot of things I’ve wanted to do but that I haven’t seen through. I find that there’s a severe disconnect between who I want to be… and who I currently am.
It’s 18:40 pm. I’m in a matatu on my way home from work. Music is blaring through the speakers and I’m thinking about how I should call my mum once I get home. I’m also debating on what I should make for supper.
Lately I’ve thought about how I fantasize about writing more than I actually write.
So I recently went to visit my family for three weeks over the December break. The thing about spending time in a different environment is that it kind of gives you temporary amnesia of what your life is actually like… which I guess is one of the reasons people travel. You settle into a new routine, hang out with people you’ve been away from for months, see different places, eat different food and it’s almost as if you start to be a different version of yourself in that environment… the version of yourself that is suited for those specific circumstances.
Happy New Year good people! I’m finally back in my space after spending three weeks away on holiday visiting my dad and I thought it’s only proper for me to get back to my patch of internet as well. I hope you’ve all ushered in the new year with maximum good vibes.
Hello and welcome to my patch of internet 🙂 . Been a hot minute since I was here, so I figured it’s the perfect time to take stock. Let’s get right to it…
Hello and welcome back to my patch of internet. I sat down to write this post and didn’t realize how long it would turn out to be, so get comfortable and dig in 🙂 .
Have you ever heard the phrase,’ going through the motions?’ It’s defined as doing something because it’s expected without any interest or enthusiasm. I personally take this phrase to mean the different mental and emotional states that one can be in when going through life. This is because no matter what state you’re in, life goes on one way or another whether you’re embracing it or simply just surviving it, so you’re going through the motions, no matter what exactly they are. I don’t know if that makes sense but yeah. I realized that I have three motions or states that I oscillate between when going through my everyday life. This is what that’s like:
I’ve been feeling out of it lately. Like my body is here, going through the motions while my mind is in so many other places.
Decided to jot down some ametuer poetry, if you can call it that, Â to reflect this.
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It is currently the Easter holiday weekend so I haven’t been to work or school for the last few days and I bet it’s been the same for all of you. You know what though? I have had a mostly shitty weekend.
Making : Plans on how to survive the year. I am working and going to school so I keep adjusting my routine to see what works best.
Cooking : I haven’t been cooking a lot of late. The last thing I made was vanilla flavored pancakes. Â Weekend = pancakes.
