words as photographs

Fuck plot for now. Stick to mundane. Challenge yourself to make the mundane interesting. And write two thousand words every day. You will need your ten million words before the world is over for you.

Sketching out the year ahead, because apparently there's a lot of cool stuff coming in the pipeline. Bullet point bonanza follows. January Dropkick Murphys in London (27.01) After London, straight to the airport. Destination, Miami. Land, enjoy the city. Move on over to Fort Lauderdale. Enjoy the beach, the gigs, the booze, the weather, the music, the pretty women and interesting stories. February Back to Miami for the beach party? Back to Fort Lauderdale. Board the boat. Navigate the seas! Enjoy an apex of fun. Non-stop metal for three whole days and three whole nights. What can happen? Return to Fort Lauderdale, straight to Miami airport, off to London via Lisbon. Back to Oxford. Consider putting in place a system so that I can practice guitar more consistently and efficiently. Get tutoring? Start looking towards moving out of my house into a bigger place with Francisco and Felipe? Consider seriously my work situation. Look into something else, or going back t...

Could it be a problem of mine the fact I feel pressured by other people's attention and affection? After pushing back, blatantly manipulating while hoping to get caught and chastised (got caught, got chastised, no difference in affection), neglecting, I still went out of my way to ensure no lingering attraction would remain. Why? The idea of being liked sits on me as a responsibility to like back. Which I didn't, but the feeling of obligation stayed. A burden. Being liked felt like a burden, if I didn't like back. Am I a people pleaser? Quick look online brought up this set of questions: