I planned on going full hermit mode for a week or so to compartmentalize and deal with shit internally and forget about things. Instead I woke up to a shit ton of notifications from various people who apparently think about me often enough that while I sleep they still need some form of communication. It’s really humbling, and made me immediately feel like a selfish prick for wanting to shut down and escape for awhile.
So instead I’ve decided to spend my afternoon laying in bed listening to really pretty music. Specifically, Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust by Sigur Rós. Kinda want someone to get really high and lay with me, enjoying the sounds.
Found this song on a random indie rock playlist and fell in love. It’s a Miniature Tigers cover that I feel really shines and doesn’t feel like someone else wrote it. Don’t get me wrong, the Miniature Tigers version is fucking amazing and if I could link both in one post I would, but instead I had to pick my preferred version for the mellow mood I’m in.
"Will I marry soon?" "You will marry soon, this year." "Will I have a long and happy life with her?" "You will live long and happy with your wife." "Any children?" "You will have many children, one of whom will be named after the loved one you lost as a child."
So, I had an awful day. I decided to remedy that by smoking whole bunch, determined to then watch tv shows I like and clear my head. About 5 minutes after I get high enough that I don’t want to move and probably couldn’t even if I tried…people show up invited. People who will get butthurt if I tell them to leave. People who annoy the fuck out of me and expect conversation out of me when I can hardly even form a coherent thought in my head and just want to watch my fucking shows that they are now talking over.
Whine whine whine, first world problems. But still…holy fuck do I wish I could teleport.