Two more days. The year is closing in two days.
Started carrying dental floss. Haven’t started the habit of using them regularly. Reckon it would be nice to have it when need arises or at least it would be something different from my life a year ago. Besides the obvious fact, that is.
The characters in BBC’s True Love always find strength to break out. Watching them makes me feel weak, timid, almost stupid. Reflected, cried, wrote, took time off. Did all the that. Like an old remedy that has lost its magic, sent me tumbling around in the forested mess for a year.
And only just few days ago, admitted to one person about what happened. The confession was made as she complimented on my appearance, linking it to a budding romance. Like in a classic sitcom, she instantly offered her sympathies. Sympathy. Is it what the past has been reduced to? Is it just the burnt residue of an unwatched pot of stew? It was over a dreary dinner in a dimly lit restaurant. Everything was a blur.
People have commented on how happy I am and how my appearance has positively changed. Ironically, am positive that am less happy and much less assured. Perhaps without him, am building up to be a better actor.
Laughable. But a start.