“I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.”—Haruki Murakami (Sputnik Sweetheart)
So I’m helping a friend with this Twitter problem she has and she ever so casually texts, “Sara, I’m so grateful that we’ve become so close, walla el7mdellah. G3da tsa3deni kther no one ever helped me gad walla shokran <3”
Literally the most perfect timing in the world of perfect timings.
You know when you have those revelations that just hit you when you’re doing something nonchalant like staring at the same dashboard you’ve been staring at all day, and it really, really hits you, and you kind of wonder where it came from, but you’re too content with the strike to really even care?
Well, that happened. The National’s playing because The National’s always playing when I’m in a shitty mood, and they comfort me, and Matt sings, “All we gotta do is be brave and be kind.” and it-just-hits-me.
My rainy day playlist is equivalent to my “songs that depress me currently” list, and Sorrow depresses me these days. Granted, so does “You Were a Kindness” and “About Today”, but those are just like…generally sad songs. I’m in a very specific kind of sad mood that those songs together express perfectly.