Small epiphany

No song references today.

Last Friday was my birthday.

I didn’t particularly plan a birthday party per say, as I hate planning them. I get way too stressed out about it and if people are enjoying themselves or not. This time I just sent a message to my friends saying, I’ll be in Lisbon, come meet me and we’ll have a few drinks.

On Saturday I went to work in the morning, had a very long birthday lunch with my family and then headed out to Lisbon with my boyfriend, who’d flown in for the weekend. We walked around, had dinner, and then decided to wait for my friends in a bar.

We ended up finding an izakaya (Japanese-style bar) and decided to go in, as we’ve been missing Japan. We started a conversation with the bartender, who was there trying to learn Portuguese. We drank sake and ate snacks and waited for my friends.

They started messaging me saying that they were late.

This was expected, they’re never on time. I told them to be there at 10pm but knew they’d only show up by 12.

Then my best friend showed up. We had a few drinks still in the izakaya.

Then people started saying they weren’t coming. They were too tired.

At the time I just ignored it and continued enjoying myself, it was a really pleasant evening. And I got to practice my Japanese, which is always good.

But when I was in bed a sadness took over me.

They couldn’t be bothered to make the effort and come to have a drink. What the hell? What kind of friends are they? I always make the effort to go out and see them. I even decided to have drinks in Lisbon because it was more convenient for them. And they couldn’t even get off their lazy asses and have a fucking drink with me on my birthday?

I pushed those feelings deep down so I could enjoy the rest of the weekend with my boyfriend. We enjoyed the sunshine, played with my parents’ dog, watched MotoGP (big fan) and on Monday I drove him to the airport.

Once he was gone, I opened that box of feelings up again. It didn’t help that I was already feeling down, saying goodbye to my boyfriend is never easy. My thoughts turned so negative that I decided to just spend the day watching Netflix until I had to go to work, just to distract me.

Then, a couple days later, as I was putting my thoughts down in my writing notebook, I realised that I’m really to blame for feeling so negatively about my friends.

I’m not saying that it wasn’t upsetting that they didn’t show up, but I’m the one who’s putting all these expectations on my friends and getting disappointed by myself. It’s always been difficult to get them together and they have really busy schedules.

All this frustration is coming from myself. I need to stop wasting energy on things that I can’t control, and learn to appreciate what I do have. Instead of feeling upset because my friends are too busy or too tired to come and see me, I should enjoy the fact that they find time in their busy schedules to go out with me from time to time.

After this small epiphany, I’ve been feeling a lot better, I’m not even upset anymore and look forward to seeing my friends whenever they have the time.

Here’s another sketch of Cat Noir from Miraculous Ladybug. Once I started, I just had to keep going. This one was made digitally.

Chat_Noir (1)

The Sardine

I know I’ll never lose affection

#TheBeatles

As you may know, I’ve taken on the task of decluttering my teenage room while I’m staying at my parents’ until the end of June (I’m in between moving countries).

One of the things I loved as a child – and when I say loved, I mean LOVED – was stuffed animals. Until now, my room’s been covered in stuffed animals, big and small. Some of them I’ve had since I was a 2 year-old!

As I emptied my shelves of DVD cases and CDs and my room started to look emptier, I finally noticed the extent of stuffed animals I had in my room.

It reminded me of the time my aunt (who’s 15 years younger than me, long story) was visiting. She must’ve been 3 or 4 at the time, and when I told her that we could go to my room and play with my stuffed animals, she looked at me wide-eyed and said:

“But old people don’t have toys.”

Arrow through the heart.

This was a good 10 years ago.

I grabbed some bags, climbed onto a chair and threw all of my stuffed animals down onto the floor. I filled three large bags and gave them all to a neighbour who’s part of a church group and she distributed them to those who couldn’t afford toys for their children.

In the end, I didn’t feel remorse or anything of the sort. I kept a few stuffed animals, of course, I’m still not over my obsession – especially after spending a year in Japan, land of cute stuffed animals – but they all fit in a little corner of my room.

I’m not sleeping in the middle of a stuffed animal petting zoo anymore.

I know that if I told hardcore minimalists that I kept some because I might want to give them to my children one day, they would have told me to just man up and throw them all away. That keeping things just because of what might happen is idiotic. But hey, to each his own, right?

Here’s a sketch of Chat Noir. Anyone familiar with Miraculous Ladybug? Really cool children’s cartoon. When you feel an artist’s block coming, it’s good to draw in someone else’s style to get past it.

chat noir pencil

 

The Sardine