Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
As usual, when I went out last night, I started filling pages (well, one page) in my notepad, having ideas, thinking clearly, being inspired. And, as soon as I came back home, it all disappeared (well, not the page, I don’t use magic ink) and I don’t feel like typing what I had written down. It’s weird how being in my room can numb whole parts of my brain—particularly the motivation part. When I’m outside, I’m king of the world (well, yeah, I may be exaggerating a bit, but the idea is there), I could do anything (okay, I may even be exaggerating a lot, but still it’s the idea that counts, the concept—I love concepts)… except that there’s nothing really constructive I could do when I’m outside (especially considering it’s generally around 10 pm). I’m not gonna run into the first employment agency that crosses my path, am I? I’m not. What I need to do is manage to stay positive, motivated, even when I’m home. And I don’t see that happening, like, ever. See, I should really win the lottery, so I could get a nice, clean, bright and well-designed apartment, and it would be the stimulus I need to start doing something with my life. Can you hear me, Mr. Destiny? Just a couple million francs, so I could buy myself a little house in the suburbs. It’s not that much!
That, or a husband I could move in with. But which do you think is more likely? Yeah, we agree, don’t we?