I am still here….
Actually I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or not. But it’s a fact. A truth. (Now I’m starting the whole ‘is-the-truth –relative?’ diatribe in my head, which is already unhealthily perched on the precipice of an explosive end!)
Ok… am trying to regroup. Feeling a little confused. Ok maybe more than a little. I guess that this is what danger lies behind a woman contemplating, life – hers or otherwise! Even worse when the only answer to questions is ‘buqq… dunno.’ Yep, as in je ne sais pas!
And answers... they are so elusive! (But why am I so arrogant to believe that I can answer universal questions which have plagued the mighty brains of Aristotle, and the like?)
GAAAAH! am getting too frustrated even thinking about all this again! There was a point to this post (for a change!)... I'm sure of that!
Oooh! Yes… I forgot. In between asking questions (i.e. Why? Why ME? Trust me - not good…) and hunting down answers which are as fleeting as ghosts I have been:
- Totally neglecting Project 1 – so I am going to have to make up for it by staying at home this weekend, and the next, and the next, ad nauseum. Bummer.
- Reading like mad - finished Hemmingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls, Helen Fielding’s Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination, and Anna Maxted’s Behaving Like Adults. (I know… don’t say anything… the term escapism is screeching in my ears, like nine inch nails grating across a blackboard!)
- Working with some steam on Project 2, although I am not entirely satisfied with it, I think that this month will put an impressive mark (in manner of epiphanicial catalyst) on this project. Tell you more at a later stage. (Although, also blatant escapism – perhaps escapissim? Hmmm.)
- Project 3 is back on track after a disasterous spell! Why do I need all the answers, to everything? Perhaps I am just a girl. A girl with a blog.
Daqshekk! Am going to make some calming green tea …
