30 Day Writing Challenge

writing challenge i found; it’s kind of cute

sunglow and me

Hey readers. I just spent most of my night (aside from watching Oranges on cable) googling ’30 Day Writing Challenge’. Why I did that, is because I needed a project to keep me blogging. Or, at least keep my personal hobby going on. Most importantly, to keep active. For some reasons, blogging have been harder. I don’t know if it’s because I’m adjusting the new life after getting married. Or, my writing place (the whole chair-and-computer set) isn’t exactly stimulating (my chair often covered with pile of clothes, mine or my husband). So, I needed a project.

After I googled, I find some inspiring projects given by high spirited authors. I’ve thought of a month of working on a novel, but I need to work on my energy first (or, I honestly don’t know what to write). I’ve found some 30-day writing challenges, and some feels a tad light and…

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ο χρόνος – Pink Floyd

Μετράω μία μία τις στιγμές που συνθέτουν μια βαρετή μέρα τικ τακ
Χαραμίζω και ξοδεύω τις ώρες στα πρόχειρα τικ τακ
Κλωτσογυρνάω σε ένα κομμάτι γης στην πόλη που μεγάλωσα
Περιμένοντας για κάποιον ή κάτι να μου δείξει το δρόμο

Κουράστηκα να ξαπλώνω στη λιακάδα τικ τακ
Να μένω σπίτι να παρακολουθώ τη βροχή τικ τακ
Είσαι νέα και η ζωή μεγάλη
Υπάρχει χρόνος να σπαταλήσεις σήμερα

Και μετά μια μέρα ανακαλύπτεις ότι έχεις αφήσει πίσω σου δέκα χρόνια
Κανείς δε σου είπε πότε να τρέξεις, έχασες το εναρκτήριο λάκτισμα

Και τρέχεις και τρέχεις να προλάβεις τον ήλιο τικ τακ
Αλλά βυθίζεται
Τρέχεις γύρω γύρω παραβγαίνοντάς τον
Και αυτός ξαναπροβάλλει πίσω σου

Ο ήλιος είναι ο ίδιος, σχετικά
Αλλά εσύ είσαι μεγαλύτερη
Με πιο σύντομη ανάσα
Και μια μέρα πιο κοντά στο θάνατο

Κάθε χρόνος είναι και πιο βραχύς
Φαίνεται να μη σου φτάνει ποτέ ο χρόνος
Σχέδια που είτε απέτυχαν είτε παρέμειναν μουντζούρες
Εξάλλου, να κρεμιέσαι ήσυχα από μια κλωστή στην απόγνωση είναι ο Εγγλέζικος τρόπος
O χρόνος έχει παρέλθει, το τραγούδι τέλειωσε
Νόμιζα είχα περισσότερα να πω

Σπίτι, στο σπίτι πάλι, μ’αρέσει να βρίσκομαι εδώ όποτε μπορώ
όταν έρχομαι σπίτι κρύος και κουρασμένος
είναι ωραία να ζεσταίνω τα κοκαλάκια μου δίπλα στη φωτιά
Μακριά, πέρα απ’το λιβάδι, η καμπάνα χτυπά
καλώντας τους πιστούς στα γόνατα, ν’ακούσουν το ήρεμο μαγικό ξόρκι

Time, by Pink Floyd

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there’s time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have gone behing you
noone told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

So you and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the samein a relative waybut you ‘re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or a half page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought i’d something more to say

Home, home again, i like to be here when i can
When i come home cold and tired
it’s good to warm up my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field, tolling on the iron bell
calls the faithfull to their knees to hear the softly spoken magic spell

I am part of a team

Thank God for my lattest hobby. I socialize more. I walk more. I have casual friends.
I know my teammates are not actually my friends.
But i think some of them may be gradually evolving into my friends.
I am happy when we meet. I like when we talk about our interests, mutual or not. I like that we can walk without any awkwardness between us.
I really like how they include me in their plans.

This one time, l was left a little behind from the group and while we were not walking any fast, one of them noticed and waited for me. I would easily catch up. He wasn’t anyone we play often together. We hadn’t really talk before. We just knew each other. And he stopped. Maybe he was just being a jentleman. Maybe that’s what he naturally does when he plays in a team.
But these things don’t just happen to me. Growing up, i used to be the person who got invited out of pity – if invited at all. When i was left behind, people didn’t notice. People were relieved and pretended not to notice. “Friends” in middle school were rude and even mean to me to make me stop hanging out with them. I was the weird one.
So, when this guy casually waited for me i was really really happy! I don’t think he knows.
He was just being human, kind.
And no, people. He didn’t have any expectations.
He was just a decent person. He was kind.
I noticed. It made me happy.
Thank you, M.

No reply tea party

Few days ago, i invited some girlfriends over for tea and cookies. Or cake, i hadn’t decided yet. I sent the invitation on Wednesday, in our group chat.
I hadn’t really any expectations, if one or maybe two out of the five wanted to come, i would be happy.

Well, they didn’t even reply. And, well, it didn’t suprise me. I already said that I expected one or two to come, but I just wished that one or two may want to come. The no reply, it hurt me!

I think part of the reason of their silence is they didn’t want me to get a straight no for an answer. The way i see it is that: a) they think i’m oversensitive b) i don’t really matter enough to them to get an answer. Case a, hurts my ego. Case b, hurts both my ego and my feelings.

I live in the suburbs. The occasional -and sometimes the only- visit of each one of my acquaintances leaves them with good impressions of their visit. My cakes and cookies are mostly delicious. I know they like me. I know they like the area; the scenery is beautiful. Upon departure they usually seem kind of refreshed. They occasionally ask me “when can we come to visit?” or “why don’t we see you more often?”. Yet, the very rare times I try to organize a get-together in the city center for a drink, it doesn’t work. More specifically, these girls are friends with each other. They are also friendly with me. We often talk how we should finally have a girls night out. Yet, I am excluded. I know i am a little on the outside. I don’t want to force myself in their close relationships. But we have a kind of colleague connection. We are friendly. So why don’t i deserve a denial? A vague comment of “i don’t know” or “i’ll check my schedule”?

I am often feeling lonely. I sometimes just want to go for a walk, have a beer, a glass of wine. Why is it so difficult? It’s not like they want to stay up late and i spoil the fun cause of my commute. It’s not like they have a long commute to get int eh way.
I am the kind of friend they seek to let their anger blow off, to trust a problem they can’t tell anywhere else and yet i ask too much waiting for a reply, longing for a walk or a beer.

I know we all have our lives. Our obligations. It just hurts when i see them responding and texting casually with others, whereas i am always afraid i come off as needy and fishing for attention when i ask for company. The old me lurks in the shadow searching for excuses to come back again.

It seems immature to be hurt by such a thing.
Yet, here i am, mooding over the late denial like a teen in a drama.
It is still difficult to be friends with girls.

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Thanks clicking! Come in, take a seat by the fire.
I’m Maxime and this is my diary. I’m an adventurer at heart. You’ll see me going on little adventures. And bigger ones.
I’ll treat you to my favourite cookie. I’ll share with you a good meal.
We’ll devour books during the night.
We’ll argue about my theories, plotlines and characters to the series we watch. This is my diary, and this is my life. It’s my experiences written dwn for you to read.
So, are you too going on adventures? Are you a never-getting-out-of-my-comfort-zone person? Are you an intellectual? Are you a kid?
You are welcome anyway!
Get comfortable, grab your cup, take a cookie and let’s share our stories.
This is my diary and i’m going on a life adventure!