I’ve been rewatching The Wire again and yeah it still is the greatest television series period ever period full-stop period actual period. You can tell when I’ve been watching The Wire because for a few hours after I usually talk in “gangsta”. My building cat Meow (I know) can testify to this because when you’re working the graveyard shift and you only step out of the house to throw the garbage in the middle of the night, the building cat is the only other living being you meet in person.
I also downloaded Bumble and Hinge in January and I’m proud to report I’ve gone on a grand total of 0 (zero) dates in person so far. Yep, that’s right — I’m just as useless at socialising online as I am in person.
But I think part of that problem is that I just don’t seem to have the patience to go through the whole process of getting to know the other and meet on dates and talk and blah blah blah. I just want to sit at home with someone and binge watch Euphoria and order in and cuddle and maybe go grocery shopping or make unnecessary decor purchases for our house and maybe get a dog together and also just walk around the neighbourhood and make travel plans that actually pan out (yeah, of course I wasted that week-long holiday last month lol, what did you expect from this lazy fuck?) and also have someone to talk to other than the building cat — I love Meow, but I need someone to also tell me to stfu in English sometimes.
Speaking of sad, pathetic things — it’s also nearly the third anniversary of my forced exit from the only place I’ve ever felt at home. I can never fully explain how terrifying it felt to have to give up everything and move out of a country, or about the night terrors I had for months after. There are some hardships you can look back on and think you learned something from it and almost be glad it happened — this was not one of those times. If there was ANYTHING I could do to go back and find some way to stay back, or find a different way out, I would do it in a heartbeat. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Bee tee dubs, I went to the Lulu store in Bangalore and nearly cried when I saw the KHUBZ AND CROISSANTS AND CAKES AND AND BARBICAN AND THE GIGANTIC BUTCHERY THAT I NEVER BUY MEAT FROM BUT IT JUST LOOKED SO NICE AND THE READY-TO-EAT HOT FOODS PLACE WITH MALABAR FOOD AND THE SALES DUDES IN WHITE SHIRTS AND NAVY BLUE PANTS AND THE LULU TIES. Okay, who am I kidding — of course I actually cried.
Also, I know I was supposed to be doing these blogs like once a week but… I guess once a month is better than nothing, right?
But I think part of that problem is that I just don’t seem to have the patience to go through the whole process of getting to know the other and meet on dates and talk and blah blah blah. I just want to sit at home with someone and binge watch Euphoria and order in and cuddle and maybe go grocery shopping or make unnecessary decor purchases for our house and maybe get a dog together and also just walk around the neighbourhood and make travel plans that actually pan out (yeah, of course I wasted that week-long holiday last month lol, what did you expect from this lazy fuck?) and also have someone to talk to other than the building cat — I love Meow, but I need someone to also tell me to stfu in English sometimes.
Speaking of sad, pathetic things — it’s also nearly the third anniversary of my forced exit from the only place I’ve ever felt at home. I can never fully explain how terrifying it felt to have to give up everything and move out of a country, or about the night terrors I had for months after. There are some hardships you can look back on and think you learned something from it and almost be glad it happened — this was not one of those times. If there was ANYTHING I could do to go back and find some way to stay back, or find a different way out, I would do it in a heartbeat. And that’s all I have to say about that.
Bee tee dubs, I went to the Lulu store in Bangalore and nearly cried when I saw the KHUBZ AND CROISSANTS AND CAKES AND AND BARBICAN AND THE GIGANTIC BUTCHERY THAT I NEVER BUY MEAT FROM BUT IT JUST LOOKED SO NICE AND THE READY-TO-EAT HOT FOODS PLACE WITH MALABAR FOOD AND THE SALES DUDES IN WHITE SHIRTS AND NAVY BLUE PANTS AND THE LULU TIES. Okay, who am I kidding — of course I actually cried.
Also, I know I was supposed to be doing these blogs like once a week but… I guess once a month is better than nothing, right?
Song recommendation of the week month:
