I had a really nice weekend. Along with this turning-over-a-new-leaf-self-discovery thing, I have felt really good.
I saw Violent Soho last week and had my photos posted on Tone Deaf. I was also invited to a Greta Mob gig on Thursday night, and my university friend Teresa was nice enough to accompany me. I never actually met her before, but I served as her mentor a couple of years ago when I was finishing up my bachelors degree. We bonded over hobbies of web design and music, and it was nice to finally meet. We had sushi for dinner and turned up early to the gig.
I don’t think the gig was that great; I was a little disappointed by the outcome. Teresa and I brought our cameras (we have the same model!) and took photos. I was expecting the lighting to be very bad because I have been to the venue before and it was always very dark inside. It was still very bad. They had also introduced a backdrop behind the stage, on which optical illusions and colourful swirly-whirly patterns were projected. It made photographing really hard — in terms of getting any subjects into the frame — everything was just a colourful patterned mess. We were amused because it was sort of fun, sort of a challenge, and our photos looked pretty bad but hilarious. I think it made for some interesting photos, to sum it up.
We left after Greta Mob and I was disappointed because they played some wicked experimental rock instrumentals, rather than the gritty blues rock I was expecting.
I was in a really strange contemplative mood on Friday morning.
I felt a bit overwhelmed with emotion. Ever since I came out of depression, I have been having these really strong emotions. When I was depressed, it was the same monotonous, dull sadness, that I would eventually numb myself to. Every single time, it was the same. I don’t quite remember when, but I am pretty sure that when I felt good enough to let the antidepressants go, I was feeling much happier. It wasn’t until recently that I noticed just how much good they had done me emotionally. I don’t feel that dull sadness, and certainly not for no reason – and being able to cry out of happiness was incredible.
Also, Hey Geronimo released a new song, which completely picked up my mood.
On Saturday, Tristan and I went running again. It was nice to get out again, although I didn’t realise there was trackwork and I had to catch a train into the city for a meeting at university. Luckily enough I was able to dial in on a Skype call and not miss any of the meeting. It was either that, or turn up embarrassingly late and miss half the meeting, haha.
Afterwards, Tristan sort of wanted to get away from his younger sister and we were both bored so we had a really late lunch at the local mall at this place called Thai in a Box. It was really nice! Though I probably need to order something different… I tend to get tom yum soup every time I get Thai. We walked around for a while. I had rarely been to the mall before it was renovated/refurbished a few years ago, so I thought it would be interesting to check out. It was better than the old mall, but nothing special.
I remember Jess telling me the first time she had pearl milk tea — she said the pearls tasted like “seal butts”, or something to that effect. Not everyone likes those things. Pearls are essentially chewy balls of tapioca (some kind of starch). Tristan said, “yeah I can kind of see what she means by seal butts”. I have to admit, the first time I had them, I thought they were weird as hell. Granted, I got pretty sick of them after a while, and nowadays I usually opt for jelly in my tea instead.
I was so tired on Saturday when I got home that I jumped into bed straight away. It was only 7:00pm and lunch left me pretty full. I was lying in bed for a few hours before I fell asleep. I ended up getting out of bed at 10am the next morning but it felt really liberating.
Yesterday (Sunday) I did a lot of housework. I felt really proud of it, actually. In the morning I did two loads of washing, I did a few days’ worth of dishes, cleaned the kitchen, the bathroom and the front door area, and folded the clothes I had washed. I felt really proud of it, and went and washed my hair in the afternoon. Tristan and I went for a walk down at the oval and I found about ten minutes to paint my nails a pretty light green colour. Hooray for fast-drying polish.
I usually hate housework and find it difficult to even get started. I was planning to clean my room but I didn’t get much further than folding a few clothes. Oh well, next time.
I slept really early last night too, at about 9:30pm. I woke up at 5:30am, without any help from an alarm, and that would explain why I am at work at 7:50am. Totally.
I have to say, recently I have been feeling amazing. I suddenly have… so much time. It may be because university work is really light at the moment, but I still managed to be on top of things last week. I suppose I’d better not question it, because I don’t want to question happiness.