Sunday Morning (2)

Another Sunday blog posts, as it seem to be the only day it seems I find any motivation to write… anything.

So I’ll attempt to recap my week, which really has been a mixed bag, beginning Monday with finding out that my mother was in hospital after having an accident on my nephews foot scooter. She’s having surgery to repair her ankle she has broken in 3 places.

Tuesday I attended my first “field trip” for the year, explored part of the Kapiti Coast and learnt about how coastal erosion is threatening peoples houses along large stretches of  coastline. I also volunteered for the first time for a group called Mechanical Tempest, which is essentially a DIY bike workshop here in Wellington, my roll is to help people fix their bikes where I can.

Wednesday was almost all unmemorable I suppose. I was sick, sore throat, head cold, just the usual, really. I attended school and came home early instead of going to a poetry night here in Wellington.

Thursday ran through much the same, I met some more interesting people at school, I’m trying to be less anxious meeting people, though I think I am still struggling to convey exactly who I am as a person, at least to the people around me.

Friday was a good day, although I was sick I engaged well with both my classes, and my classmates, I finished watching The Wave, a movie which had a very clever portrayal of how quickly fascism can take hold when a charismatic leader uses the correct channels to build a sense of unity. Then after school I met my good friend Tom and watched Mad Max 3 Beyond The Thunderdome, which is really quite enjoyable.

Saturday was by far the low point of my week, simply a combination of tiredness and still being sick made much of my day at work distinctly un-enjoyable. But I finished work early and came home to watch Oliver Stone’s JFK, which really ended the week on an interesting note. Inspiring me to start reading a recent recommendation of Voodoo Histories a book on how conspiracy theories have shaped modern history.

And so today I decided to start my week fresh, with some rituals I find helpful for my mental health. Mainly spending the day cleaning my room, and watching television shows. Generally productive procrastination.

I am excited for what the new week will bring.


Sunday (Morning)

I’ve had another one of those regular Sundays. With time to kill, plans, but nothing pressing, often thinking I’d like to write something. The day started out with the refreshing reminder in the grumbling pipes under our house, that we were out of water again. So that lead to a mid morning room tidying, time spent in my room. Cleaning has really been something I have come to enjoy since I’ve moved out of home, and I think how tidy I keep my room really does fluctuate, but when it is clean, I really appreciate it. When I was at home I barely cleaned my room at all. Perhaps it’s just that pesky “growing up”.

And ah because of the drugs ingested on a number of occasions the last few days I woke up to that nagging feeling, social anxiety, general anxiety. Tiredness. Numbness. Aching. 

But after a second coffee the brain began firing as best as I could really hope for, and the body grudgingly accepted that today was a day for domestic activity. So my flatmate and I started by tracking down all the equipment required to return the water to working order. Not a huge task really, just 100-200 meters of hoses, connectors, etc. The kind of stuff likely to be lying around in a place like this. 

So 30 minutes of searching, connecting, climbing, and various running around all for the cause (wanting to shower in todays case). You can all rest easy knowing the water tank is filling as I write this. Apparently it’s not quite full enough for me to shower yet. Unfortunately. 

Then came a good hour or so of general dishes and chores, the kind I struggle to find enjoyable internal escapism generally. I just tend to stand there all in a mental funk, and think too much about things that I’d often rather not. 

And to top off my day, being the mixed bag that it has been, I’ve spent all afternoon in my room, pottering around, generally doing the things that I want to be doing. Writing, television, video games, making my bed, tidying some, and most importantly, I was alone with my own thoughts, and enjoyed myself.