The happy place

I feel invigorated after a long late evening walk yesterday, powered by the awesome sight of the mighty blood moon rising slowly from the sea, sending a red reflection on its surface, almost like a bloody sword on there.

I needed that because I have been feeling deflated too and it’s a shame that I cannot energise my colleagues in the office. I take great pleasure in spreading joy, but I have been needing my strength and all my joy for myself. Too bad for them as I am normally a pretty great guy, I try to be anyway, but lately I have been more akin to an echo or a copy of myself made by a printer low on toner.

To avoid having to tell the tale of how I fell off the SUP into the water and there lost my glasses and therefore now wear the sunglasses instead yet another time, on the coffee break I opted instead to take them off.

Because someone is likely to ask and then I would have to answer and I didn’t want any attention today. And it’s weird… I don’t mind if they think I am weird, because it’s true, I am, maybe. Maybe it’s weird to lose the glasses paddling to buy eggs from the neighbours, maybe it’s not. I hadn’t the energy for either. I have times when I would rather fly under the radar, happily hearing the conversations going on without necessarily taking part. Just hearing the sounds of other people and so forth.

If I wanted to avoid appearing weird however, I failed miserably because not wearing any glasses made me squint. Because I lack the unified vision I also tend to close one eye (the left one) to avoid accidentally appearing to be staring at someone’s crotch or something when all I in fact see are abstract shapes.

Therefore I gave the overall impression of sleeping. Which would have also been weird.

Maybe.