Why am I outside?

Highlight of Thursday... Last week I mentioned something about creepy people at the gym. So that afternoon I stopped to think a little bit on my inner demons. I honestly didn't actively go after anything, or maybe I did, but it felt like it was simply a passive acceptance of everything. In Brazil we say that him who shuts up, consents. Somehow I feel like I did more than shut up, so that's what makes me surprised about myself. I wish I studied psychology to be able to relate this behaviour to that of my father's, but I kinda do that without studying it anyway. Now I once again face the odd lack of privacy here, since I know it's not likely that somebody else will read this, but the possibility is out there. I should deviate one day about why I keep my memories public... Maybe something interesting comes out of that. Moving on...

Highlight of Friday... I often feel left out of things because of his paranoias and fears. Many times I forced myself into places he didn't want me to be, and it doesn't always end well. Yesterday I was hoping to sit in a round table with his recently acquired acquaintances, but I was put to wait outside in the cold, not knowing for how long. I lost my patience and left, but later on accepted that everyone has their fobias, and I should give it some time until they can be dealt with. Until then, let my patience be exercised.

There's no highlight for Saturday.... We just went to Diana's place, had some tea while I managed some things, and then got my bike that was kept in her garage. Then we went to the dentist, where I got a filling done and Mareks had a cleaning. Finally we came back home and now I listen to Eurovision songs while Mareks chat with his mother until God knows when... Maybe we'll watch a movie tonight before going to bed.

SeeYa,
Feliploko, who's fucked up.