The completely unfiltered diary of a 23-year-old (week 25)
It’s the end of a long weekend, and my goldfish memory refuses to tell me what happened the past few days.
Lyza didn’t join climbing this weekend because apparently I’d invited too many people, which threw me into the anxiety loop because oh crap I didn’t know she didn’t like it, and oh crapp has she been consistently not liking it the past few times, and just didn’t tell me?? And also ugh why is this even happening. I swear friendships before this were just super straightforward and not anxiety-inducing.
Gave an overseas friend a long-overdue call and that was pretty freaking awesome. Honestly, I’d just been crying before she called, and sucked it all up (literally. Too graphic? Oops, sorry.) before picking up the phone. And hell, talking to her just made me feel so, so much better.
Plus, she straight up asked me, “So how are you, emotionally?” And damn, I didn’t know you could ask direct questions like that. Blew my mind.
Of course, I returned the question to her.
Gotta start using that on all my friends. Lol.
Been listening to David Sedaris’ Theft By Finding, which is a collection of his diaries from 1977 to 2002. Now I feel like this series of journal entries could have some potential. Maybe in 25 years. Hm.
His writing was definitely 100% less self-centered and 100% more coherent and outward-looking though. Guess I’m just not cut out for that “successful writer” life.
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It’s officially the holidays! Work is out, and I spent that last day racing to the doctor’s during lunch break and seems like all is well. The lump should be gone in maybe a year — which is awesome because somehow I thought it might recur in a couple of years or something. Fingers crossed.
Rewarded myself for going to the doctor with a Krispy Kreme. Was it well-deserved? Probably not. Was it awesome anyway? Hell yes. Plus, the self-reward is usually a bag of Famous Amos cookies, so this is technically showing some restraint. Although to be fair, the main reason for the downgrade was cost (the cookies are five-sixty!) and the intimidating queue at Famous Amos.
Am meeting Gia in a bit, plus she initiated this time so yay! I’m thinking of writing some Christmas cards, but ugh anything vaguely aesthetic is really not my strong point. Time to find some pretty paper, I guess. It’s the thought that counts anyway :’) Lyza sent me a Christmas card, which is pretty sweet of her, and its not the first card she’s sent me so it’s probably time to send something back.
Oh yeah. Almost forgot. I had my hair cut and it looks pretty horrific. A friend accurately described it as a lion’s mane. I look like a man, and not even a cute one. But hey, it’s all about rocking it with confidence ;) Either that, or keeping it strictly tied up at all times to minimize visual impact. What’s maybe most unfortunate was that I’d cut it to save on hair-drying time, but somehow it still takes forever. To be fair, the weather is hellishly humid and I air dry my hair. Guess it’s time to get that hairdryer. It was unavoidable, it seems.
What else?
I guess I’m generally happy right now. Maybe even a 7.5/10. Maybe it’s because I slept at 1.30am and woke up at 11.30 in the morning. 10 hours of sleep does wonders.
Here’s to the holidays!
xo,
Amber
