WRITE!

I've just finished rereading Time Traveller's Wife - in the midst of assignments and homeworks and lectures to catch up on, yes - and I love it. I just love it, just like I did. I like it so much I actually have to constantly telling myself not to buy the book (for all the good reasons, you know, such as having to constantly move from one room to another) but really I might just do.

The thing with reading something I like so much is that it will leave me with a strong urge to write, so here I am. It's the funny thing my brain does: like when I read too much manga I'll want to draw something, but it's especially apparent with good reads - my brain will just start constructing random sentences and instruct me, "Write! WRITE!" Which I usually heed but I'll lose my train of thought somewhere in the middle of writing and I'll just scrap them altogether. Yes, it happens frequently.

Not lately, though. Lately I've been kinda busy, probably busiest I've ever been for as long as I remember. Busy and incredibly stressed, too. All those assignments that seem as if they're going nowhere. It's never a good thing, isn't it. I have to consciously telling myself to take it easy, and even after that I usually do not listen to my own advice. Do you see something seriously stupid in that?

Anyway today I heard myself and skipped my morning lecture, yes I did, but I couldn't go back to sleep because my door was rattling and I kinda hoped it would magically stop but it didn't. That's the only downside of rainy days, I suppose. I just put some dampeners and -fingers crossed- hope that it will work (I tested it, and while the rattling is still possible, the amplitude is significantly decreased - and as I thought it, I thought about the science, and thought to myself - oh well I'm a geek!). But I skipped lecture, yes, and read the book.

The thing about the book is it's just so lovely, comforting, and emotional that I feel comfortable immersing myself in it. I find (again) books greatly comforting as they transfer my mind elsewhere. I've been looking for good books to read in case of depression or loneliness and find that it works quite well, if not somewhat.

The thing about loneliness is that it's eating you up nearly physically. It's like the bad cousin of the usual 'mind over matter'. Most of the time it's painful and let's face it, sad. And it's hard to shake off, too.

One good it does me is that I began to notice other people's kindness more, as I usually did but somehow have long forgotten probably because I'm so preoccupied with myself (yeah, me). It's great to have people telling you to come play more often if you're bored or call you for a quick escape. Yes that kind of thing. It's great to have someone looks for you and cry to you because she knows that you understand. I have no talent for comforting people, but listening is one thing I can do well, I suppose.

And now I'm sleepy. Oh well. Time to go back to assignments.