cross-posted from: https://lemmy.dbzer0.com/post/47266844
I had sushi with my grandma, my brother, and his friend, today. It was good. Very good, even!
I always have the same pieces, but today I felt like branching out a little bit. I didn't pick anything too different - not that there's that many weird pieces available at the buffet, mind you - but I did try a few that I usually don't. Namely, one with some white stuff that I thought was mayo, for some reason. It didn't look like mayo, but I vaguely remember trying it a long time ago (read: a couple years, at most) and being unhappily surprised that it tasted like mayo, so that was my expectation. Thing is: I love mayo. I believe the reason I elected to pick that one to be obvious. It turned out to not be mayo at all, but rather some kind of cheese thing, maybe cream cheese or something. I don't know the words for this stuff. It was too white to be mayo, in retrospect.
I also had some time to speak to my granny, which was nice. My brother and his friend ended up talking a lot, which made me feel a little left out, but it's OK. I love seeing my little brother have fun in a social way. I remember being a bit scared, a few years ago, that he was like me and wouldn't have any friends. I guess, looking back, that was a bit of an unnecessary worry. For one, he cared about having friends, which I'd think is a pretty good indicator that someone would try to make and maintain friendships; That was the reason I was worried, since he is rather introverted as well, but he cared about hanging out and having time with his friends, so I was scared that he would lose that. He didn't, thankfully. He went to the beach with his friends after lunch.
Tomorrow, I'll have lunch at my granny's. I'm excited. I doubt the food will be very good, but it's always nice to go there and spend some time with her.
I'm a little tired, though, of today. There was a lot of walking. I also feel a little overwhelmed with... Everything, I think.
A couple of days ago, I went to stand in front of my wardrobe, which I share with my brother. He takes the vast majority of it. That being said, I feel like I have too much stuff, and that stuff is so messy that it feels impossible to sift thru and sort out. I ended up just walking away. I want to just take everything out of the wardrobe and slowly put everything back properly. Fold everything, get rid of old stuff or stuff I don't use... That kind of thing. I was too weak to do it, so I just stood there and then left, but I'm feeling like I'll be able to do it soon. Maybe tomorrow.
I often do this, I feel like. I remember a few months ago I did something similar for my clothes when I was living someplace else. It took some effort, but eventually I got it done and it was really satisfying. Then, of course, I just had to move, didn't I?! Couldn't I just enjoy my organized wardrobe, damn it?!
I also feel like doing some organizing helps me realize the things I'm missing, and the things I have too much of. I might be surprised to learn that I actually don't have too many shirts (I definitely do) or maybe I have too many shorts (I definitely don't (this one I'm actually a little unsure about)). Yeah, I'll try to go at it tomorrow. Maybe I'll get the strength to organize all my belongings.
Today, I managed to do some laundry and change my sheets. What's a good timing to change one's sheets?
I've heard every week is good, but no way in hell I'm gonna do that. Maybe once every fortnight. Today was the 15th day since I last changed them, so that's 2 weeks - I changed them Saturday before last. Is that reasonable? I feel like it's reasonable. If it's not reasonable, then I'm not gonna be reasonable, point blank period. Periodt, even!
In other news, my ankle hurts a little. It's probably nothing, but if I die of chronic anklepainitis I want this to be the evermemory that I felt it and ignored it.
I dream about stuff like this