Tag: socializing

Sleeeep…

You know that exhausted state of delirium where, though it seems like you can process things quite properly, whatever the present topic, you suddenly find yourself standing in the middle of your room, wondering what on Earth you’re doing, and why you are standing pantless and why you still haven’t showered, so you can actually get into bed and go to sleep?

Yeah… exactly… this is my life right this moment… 😛

But it was a quite decent night of dancing + socializing… it was good for me on a few different levels… now sleep would be good for me on every level….

Goodnight… if I can get myself to remember what to do, once I eventually get myself into the shower, that is.

See, even this is hilarious to me, and I understand it quite clearly…, but I still can’t seem to get my body to figure out a good enough reason actually to move locations in a beneficial way to getting me closer to bed… humpf…

Oh, well… goodnight, I do hope. 😉

Post-a-day 2019

Socializing gone well

Tonight was a very good night.

I have not gotten home as late as 3:30am in a very, very long time.

I shall celebrate with a shower and my Tuesday underwear (because tomorrow is Saturday).

I have no specific plans for the day tomorrow, aside from doing exercise and being generally awesome, and I am delighted.

Post-a-day 2018

A foreigner at home?

Have you ever felt out of place within your own culture?  As time passes, it happens to me more and more often.  Last night, I attended an event with coworkers.  The noise volume took me by slight surprise when I first arrived.  How can people be this loud? I thought.  And then I remembered almost before I finished asking the question: They’re americans (from the USA).

But I’m american from the US, too.  Wouldn’t I be used to this, then?

I quickly compared it to a drinking party at an izakaya (like a bar) with nomihodai (all-you-can-drink) in Japan.  Yes, the Japanese can get quite loud there.  It was never to the point of wanting to cover my ears, though, I hear myself thinking.  So, I am very much accustomed to a much quieter environment for parties, then.  I’m not just being a bit dramatic and overly sensitive to normal behavior and a normal situation.

Even still… I felt so oddly out of place, I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with myself.  I ended up semi-hiding in the coatroom (it wasn’t a closet, but an actual room, I promise) to take a breather from all the people and the noise from time to time.  I also took extra-long any time I went to the bathroom, because it was cozy and quiet in there on my own. Yes, I could have just gone home.  However, I rarely spend time even around people who aren’t high schoolers right now, so I felt it was somewhat necessary – even if just for social practice – to spend time around adults, especially happy ones in a good, safe environment.

I definitely adjusted after a bit, but I still felt quite out of place for most of the event.  I guess I’m just not so USA american anymore… which doesn’t surprise me, really.  It’s just odd, not belonging in a place everyone calls my “home”.

Post-a-day 2017