Envious of babies. When they cry, they are soothed. When they cry, they receive warmth. As you grow up, your tears become a weakness. They make you choke on the chills.
A month. Lost count of the days. The calendar has been flipped, torn, and tossed. Life is moving at top speed. Work keeps me occupied during the weekdays. Nephew, niece and copious amount of chips fill the nights. As the gym routine restarts, weekends are spent staring at the bay. Lost count, how can I be losing count?
Possibly the most natural reaction is to withdraw. For someone who is as reclusive as it gets during the good years, this period is giving aloneless a new twist. There are people around. Really. There are ample things that to do and people to talk to – from employees to lawyers to car ownership. But the mind is almost always alone. This physical shell may participate in socially desirable fashion, two thirds of the spirit is locked away, away in that broken Marriott hotel room.
Don’t know if will have a massive breakdown if indeed have to go to Shanghai.
This should be getting easier. So when will that be?