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Date: 28 October 2005 15:50:41
I've hardly blogged at all lately. I haven't felt that I had anything exciting to share. I think that possibly this is because I have been going to bed early. For months now, I've been going to bed at ... wait for it... 10pm. Sometimes even 9.30pm. I'm sure it's good for my health, but late at night did seem to be my refleciton time. It's 12.30am now, so get ready for some reflection.
For a long time I have not known what it is that I enjoy doing. I've decided that I like reading. Novels. Short ones, or children's classics that aren't too gripping. I don't want to stay up until 4am reading. I like discussing books, or perhaps listening to people discuss books. I like cleaning out the guinea pig cages (I let one roam free in the yard today. Still alive and present at the end of the day). I think I like that cos I get to be outside alone completing an achieveable task. I like pulling out weeds if it's a nice day and someone else is present in the yard somewhere near by.
I don't like shopping. I had a little crisis for a few weeks there where suddenly I thought I needed new clothes. It consumed me. All I could think about was how could I get to the shops to search some more. I think it was John Wesley who said he bought the best quality, plainest clothes he could so they would last the longest time. That's become my motto. So I was always searching for the perfect clothes that would look good, and look good for a long time. I felt so not good enough for ages. I wondered if I should get a job where I would need presentable clothes to give me an excuse for buying clothes. Then I opened my eyes and started to look at all the people wandering up and down the shopping centres buying clothes. Their clothes were not very different to mine. How ever stylish, or not stylish someone was, they basically looked the same as everyone else. Everyone looked the same. Possibly this just shows my age. Praise God crisis ended, back to my old jeans and I feel good again. I don't want to look that same as everyone else. Style sucks. I want to look different. It was really oppressive and consuming for a while there.
Still don't know what music I like, although I had the Pearl Jam out tonight. Lasted a coupla songs.