As this month comes to a close I’m sure some of you will be wondering how often I’ll be posting without my Ming nagging to do so daily. And the truth is I don’t know. But here’s a better question. Did you enjoy this adventure? And are you ready for the next?
I’m sure I’ll post stuff whenever enough people bug me to do so…
This isn’t about all that pepper blog all the things stuff at all. If anything that’s the best part of this November by a long shot. To put it simply Autumn is depressing watching all the plants slowly wither and die is not fun for me. “Oh look at the pretty colours!” Yeah the colours of death like a corps turning blue then pale then green as it rots. I’m not a fan. Then there’s the cold, I’m never ready for the first few chills of the year so they affect me more than blizzards. But there’s also more death. I’ve long since suspected deaths occur more frequently during this time of year, but I’m strangely scared to look it up. My grandmother died November five years back, now my great aunt joins her sister in law. November seems to be the month of taking even my star feels further away than ever before everything is terrible. But writing it down helps. And your words help. So thank you kind strangers you’re life savers everyone of you.
I briefly considered attempting to add to that pepper story thing or maybe talking about how I find Black Friday depressing but don’t know why, in the end I decided to give up and ask someone else what to write. So here we go!
A bunch of people go people watching. They sit in a parking lot or at a mall and just watch people it helps us understand people better but most of those who do it won’t admit it because creepy. I do something a step beyond. I talk to strangers. Talk is bit nice of a word, more like interrogate. Let’s just call it interview that sounds nicer and gets the point across. Once someone realises they’ll never see you again in this huge world they are much more open with you than if you were say a classmate or a not too close friend. So I asked question after question doing my best to seem friendly and innocent. I’m alway honest with my motives when asked why I’m questioning so much. I simply state “I want to know everything ever!” This usually gets a small chuckle and more questions answered. Doing this for years is how I became so wise. I’m not the smartest in the world but I’m much wiser than the alternate reality Echo who didn’t do this. It’s alway so much fun, every person you meet is a puzzle box with tons of missing pieces and sure you won’t get the whole picture but it’s still fun to try.
Yes I’m rambling. No I won’t apologise. Thank you Ra this was fun to write.
Spending the day back at my Great Aunt’s house packing stuff and making sure the right people take the hospital bed she was in.
As such I won’t be thinking of what to write for that story, someone remind me to look up who is left to tag? Please and thank you. I’m so greatful to all of you. You are true friends.
Rest forevermore. You were loved until the very end.
My words still flow forth whenever I begi to write but my writing is starting later, I don’t feel blocked from writing, I feel unmotivated. Why am I doing this? Is it just to show off that I can pepper out a month. I’m well aware I’m capable but that doesn’t mean I can… I don’t know why I’ve been doing this but earlier I was excited I could release multiple posts a day and I’d have at least one scheduled for the next day. Not anymore. Now I think to myself, I should write I promised. I eventually write but the excitement is gone. Not from the writing itself words are still my comfort an island order in a sea of chaos and madness I’ve long suspected was my own creation. But I don’t know why I’m doing this. I’m not quiting. I may not know my reasoning but I do know that I have one. I’m just expressing doubts. Maybe I’m sad now. Life seemed brighter a month ago. Which is fine not every month can be as good as October was. I’ll keep writing because this month hasn’t been good and that’s when I need writing most.
The last lights danced across the field a golden ballet as twilight took hold. The brief glimmer of magic between sun might and moon mystic pull. The echoing winds and shifting shadows seem sorrowful as if longing for the day to never end. This gildd moment glistens with longing remorse and yet stands perfect. The point between two things longs to be both and is eternally neither.
Such is life.
Still posting From my phone this is a follow up on yesterday’s post. Anyways I’m happy with my new device more on it soonis.
Look at this huge box. So glad my one blade length nail was enough to cut the tape.
Plot twist there was a box in that box! Amazing isn’t it.
Device discovered! I can’t wait to stick a shark sticker over that mindless self indulgence logo.
Then I got ready to charge it for three hours before use because I’m still paranoid about batteries and such.
That’s what I did yesterday. Thanks for reading. Don’t expect so many photos tomorrow.