It was a course on therapeutic storytelling that I had asked to go on. I seen a poster for it in the college holidays and had time to vet it all, look it over on the writer’s blog to check for some semblence of sanity. The college had the same day decided to pick up the bill. Perhaps I would have to review my hatred of certain key people in the organisation who judge people by their spiritual credentials, ensuring that they fulfil certain criteria before extending to them some kind of empathy, or indeed, even greeting them.
I stood around once I had signed in, drinking my green tea and looking out of the open window as others formed into chatting couples and groups around me. I was determined to be standoffish, a writer, as much out of defensiveness, anticipating the social mess I can make out of talking to strangers, something that doesn’t come easily to me, as anything else. Read the rest of this entry »
…Ema and ondrej came soon after, and as is usually the case with me I made a great effort at first, going out and taking them to the local, coming back fairly drunk on the few I had already had before decampling with them to the summer house at the top of my parents’ garden with a couple of snails we raced on the glass table, drinking Becherovka, a Czech spirit.
Soon though I tired of it all. I couldn’t take Ondrej and his constant chat, his incessent questions about English pronunciation, and, just being around people. Read the rest of this entry »
I came back from a run yesterday, my last day of absolute freedom, the last day of holiday without M who had gone to Prague for a few days - she booked it last minute to get away when she had a few consecutive days off work at the same time as her brother’s birthday - and as usual, tried to find something constructive to do with the short period of time I had before leaving for the airport. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s amazing how quickly things can turn around. I’ve been feeling depressed for most of today, and ratty this morning, as I do intend to relate (I might even get around to it), but my mood began to lift a few minutes back. It may have been upon reading a completed e-mail I first drafted on paper for a student a year and a half ago. Read the rest of this entry »