:: Saturday, January 11, 2003 ::

Mental Hygiene

I'm slowly sorting it all out. Money. School. My body. My head.

I went with Kaitlin for a nice long walk down to the beach today. It is so amazing down there. I have been locked inside so much lately that I forgot how good fresh air feels. It cured me of my headache almost immediately, as well of that gross "indoors" feeling that you don't even realise you have until you get rid of it. You know the one... caused by recycled air and flourescent lighting and pumped-up heaters and not having seen the light of day in longer than you can remember. It was really nice to get out.

I always think that it's odd that in cities, which are defined by the high concentration of people, you are more anonymous than in a small town. Not just because it's impossible for everyone to know you, but because people don't always want to. You walk down the street and nobody looks you in the eye. I even catch myself doing it... when random people start talking to me I often wonder what they're trying to sell me, or what drug they're on, or what psych class they're taking, or if they're trying to get into my pants. I have to remind myself that some people actually want to just chat and make friends with strangers. It's sad that we live in a time and place where, for the sake of personal security, we isolate ourselves and find our most meditative time in that which we spend in the company of so many other people.

Just walking down the beach everyone seemed to look us in the eye, and say hello, ask how our day was, at the very least. Like home. Some older man told us about the tree he erected in the middle of the beach for Kingfishers and Herons to perch on. Asked us some questions. If it was our first time at the beach? How we liked it?

There was nothing profound about these little conversations. Not by far. But it was friendly.

Sunset on the beach, amazing shower, amazing dinner at the Naam, red wine, pajamas, movies, knitting a scarf. A good friday.



listening: Pat Robitaille - Let's Not Take Our Chances
reading: many many expensive textbooks
watching: When Harry Met Sally ("You want to act like what happened didn't mean anything" "I'm not saying it didn't mean anything. I am saying why does it have to mean everything?")



:: Katy 1:01 a.m. [+] :: ::



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