December 10th, 2002


Nowhere fast

Wrote a whole long spiel on last night's study of John 8:31, but it didn't go anywhere beneficial, so journal readers are spared for the moment. You're welcome.

Again, I won't have the full day off today, but again, there's no way I could hold up to a full day at the office, either. Though grateful for peaceful interludes, I simply don't know what to do with myself on the whole.

Supposed to put together a wish list for my family's shopping convenience today. This should be fun, right? Not feeling that way about it yet. I don't care overmuch about Christmas gifts, either.

Need a haircut, but I'm too restless to sit in the chair for that long. Pathetic.
  • Current Mood
    restless restless

"How was your day?"

A friend asked me about my day yesterday evening. Such a normal, innocent question, yet I stumbled to talk about it at all. Not that it was an unusual day. The unusual thing was the question.

Thinking back, I realize for nearly all of my life, I've not had anyone ask about my day. When I'm done with work, I return home to solitude, never telling a story or sharing a frustration or laugh. Most of the time I don't think of that as especially lonely. It's just the way it's been, but I suppose it's not that way for most.

So at 32, I'm just beginning to learn how to talk about my day, though I can scarcely imagine why anyone would be interested at all. Couldn't even guess how many other normal social interactions and conventions I've missed. Maybe I'll pick things up as I go.
  • Current Music
    Billy McLaughlin, "Wachet Auf from Cantata No. 140"