Didn't really do much of anything productive today. Read a bad book (The Perks of Being a Wallflower -avoid it), went shopping, and uh...that's it. The bad thing is, it was supposed to be a fun day.
There was going to be a pool party at another student's condo starting at noon. At 11:15, I stuck my head out and it was cold, gray, and drizzling. So I sent my regrets via e-mail. When I went to Publix at 12:30, I saw blue sky. Now that I really thought I'd make a late appearance, I looked at the radar and it really *is* going to rain within the half hour. Just as I'd be showing up. Good grief.
I imagine the four hours of fun I could have had. :'(
I wish I got out or things worked out better. I don't mind spending time by myself, but I didn't really do anything today. I have this need to be productive, or I feel like I'm wasting my life. As if leisure doesn't have it's own value. My problem is I can't relax. But the cure, to "just relax", is one thing you can't do: making an effort (to relax) is by definition not relaxing.
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