Sunday 8 December 2013

#49 Sunday 8th Dec

It was Sunday morning and I'd been lying in bed for a while, thinking about getting up. It was cold in the house as always and grey outside. As the clock 'struck' half past ten, Ludovico Einaudi's I Giorni was slowly released from a corner of the room.

I wandered down to the dining room, where Rich and Lisha were having bacon baguettes. "How's Lela?" asked Lisha. We talked for a while. My housemate's fiance was in the third year of a psychology degree and her sister had recently married an American gent, having met him online and then a handful of times in person. Not that this was on the cards but I felt as though Lisha was qualified to understand some of the dynamics of my friendship with Lela. 

For those that are curious, here's a crash course on male/female friendships. If you make it to the bottom of the essay without falling asleep, you'll be pleased to know that Aristotle didn't write a great deal about online friendships.

My trip to Greenwich this afternoon was something of a first in that I was actually taking the time to visit a part of London that I didn't normally go to. On top of that, I'd Googled somewhere to eat as opposed to just wandering around like I normally do in these situations. Wandering has a time and a place and I'd decided that it wasn't when or where I was hungry.

When I got back to the house, I felt a bit miserable. i meditated for about twenty minutes, which helped.

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