Flowers
October 6th, 2025
A drunkard on the train offered a sip of beer. I replied, "Not on a Monday."
He laughed, "It's the thought that counts."
I smiled.
The work cafe was busy for a Monday. Chicken and potatoes. Surprisingly tender.
A lady to my left, one of the cafe staff, was arranging fifty or so flower vases: roses and lilies—delicate. To my right, out the window, cars and trains run parallel against the blue sky.
In the evening, my hiking coworker J invited me to the Apple Store and Uniqlo. I went. For a second time, he ditched me at the Uniqlo. I laughed when he mentions his biggest pet peeve are people who are unaware of social situations.
For dinner, dumplings with A and K. The conversation was drier than usual. I thanked them and walked to the train. My ego grated, wishing that I had guided the conversation better. But that's the tricky thing about ego, the more you want the less you'll get.
Since the train was a twenty minute wait, I got coconut pudding alone. Reminds me of home.
Ego
My property manager texted me to check in. My ego lashed at myself to "get to work" on house rennovations. Sure, soon.
It's okay to feel stressed. To be sad. To be frustrated. To do things wrong. Say it! "I am uneasy."
Mid Autumn Festival
I texted family members, close and distant, to wish a happy mid-autumn. It's been two months since I turned twenty-five already.
The moon is beautiful, isn't it? I lean on my balcony alone, eyes on the water. Dreamy Embarcadero.
I should call grandma tomorrow.
