I meant to crow with relief : je travaille, je travaille and all that. But a friend called. He's this good guy, but he's going through a phase right now. Things haven't yet fallen in place with him as yet. He spoke to the teachers about things in general, but, well, what I am trying to say is, ... God please make things fall in place with him. He's a good guy, and those are rare as it is. He IS rather not so well off. I wish he brings himself back into the groove. No one else can, ever. How can I put it through that it's only he who can do that, not a third person who'll come along and put it right, and also that while one does have time, it's not an eternity. That work, indeed mindless labour can be an antidote to feeling bad about things. If you didn't have the time to think, you wouldn't be feeling bad about yourself.
ei ar ki. Also about the trekking front. Is it possible to engineer a fifteen day holiday less than a month into work. That would indeed be a personal coup. I read a nice blog later in the afternoon today. The guy had gone trekking. It takes you to the other more vital way of looking at things. My friend would say, it's the only way. But I so often forget, what I want, how I want it to be. I look at these people and get this bolt out of the blue everytime: how could I have forgotten. Can one really believe: I forget I know how to get a high?
I think I've named my blog really well..
And to this friend of mine, I wish for you to be good to yourself. Cuz I don't believe you are ill in any way at all. As the friend says, you choose to be not ill.
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