There are just times when everything about the world seems so right. Like right now, I'm listening to Billie Holiday, and it's a comfortabe and quiet Saturday night. I'm inside my freshly cleaned, newly rearranged room with my beloved books nestled in the makeshift shelf I have near the bed, and lappie perched on top of an almost perfect table beside that. The planets are aligned and the cosmos is at peace.
And you know what? Maybe it is. Maybe I shouldn't have to worry about random things popping in my sorry little brain all the time. Maybe I should just accept that everything is ok right now. Maybe even if it would just last for a few minutes, I shouldn't sweat it out and just be. I just cleaned my room for heaven's sake, and it doesn't happen a lot. Huff.
Well anyway, ok I'm fine. One odd thing that happened this day though -- I got really angry at my mother for like, ten minutes. I was cleaning my room, and I had my books laid out in the other room while I'm doing stuff. So I was thinking where I should put my books this time. I asked my mother and she said out flat and without hesitation, "Put up a book sale in front of our house."
I don't know how it could have happened in a split second, and how my mind processed a reaction so quickly. I shouted, "How could you even think that?! I just asked where I could put my books and you tell me to sell them?!"
To say I was enraged is an understatement. The idea of giving away my books, let alone selling them is... is... well it infuriates me! And to think I already lost most of them to people who don't know how to return books they borrow? It was a sharp jab to my chest, seriously. It really blows, that's all I can say.
Eventually I cooled down, thank goodness. My mother and I were both sorry about what we said. I guess that made the both of us know each other a little better. Even if we ARE family, we could still surprise one another time after time I suppose.
And another thing, while I was cleaning my room, I found this short story Hono'o-chan had written maybe around a year or so ago. It was about the two of us growing up and... well, other stuff that we do while growing up. I don't know what to say about it since I'm in it... And the things written down were more or less close to home... Maybe I'll post it soon after I get to type it up. Suffice it to say it dredged up a lotta memories. Both good and bad. Both I'm thankful for. :)
Ah well. Cleaning house makes the cosmos happy apparently. I should do it more often.
