Study
October 13th, 2025
Friday, I went to eat dinner with a friend I hadn't seen in a while. She's not doing well. I notice when people aren't doing well, they can't talk about anything but themselves. I'm okay with it though.
Saturday, I ran Diplo's Run Club with my coworker A. A 5k into a house EDM rave. The run was fun and so was the first fifteen minutes of the show, but after two hours I no longer want to listen to house.
We went to eat Italian food where I ordered Spaghetti. It was mediocre. Then we stopped by Uniqlo at Stonestown. Then I headed home to Embarcadero on the M line.
On Sunday, I took an Uber to Valley Fair Mall. (I missed my train.) I was meeting the niece J for a study session. We grabbed matcha and then studied for only an hour, then roamed around the mall and Santana Row. We tried on perfumes, bought Christmas gifts, and even stopped by the Apple store.
The Uber driver was a fellow from Nepal. He was telling me about how when he'd go back home to his estate it'd be such a good time. Everyone would smoke weed and get crossed on tier one alcohol. He said if I ever visit Nepal to let him know, and he will send me to his estate to have a good time in the village. I added his social.
I was also handling work escalations this weekend. I got kudos for handling it, but I started another incident while handling an incident. Unfortunate, but I am trying to shake it off. I will be addressing the room for error in the incident review.
Today, I stood in the rain waiting for the bus. It was raining hard. I went to eat hot pot alone for nostalgia sake. I said hello again to the waiter I always see. I'm a regular.
Girls
I think about J now. I think it's similar to how I thought about W. And I'm recognizing the patterns. I decided not to worry too much about it; c'est la vie. I accept!
The Hinge girl L is still texting me. She had turned my invitation down about three times, so I think I gave up. But she's still inviting me out and texting me, so I assume she's still interested.
Ego
I started talking about myself less. A lot less. I don't even bring it up. Usually I try to focus the conversation on what's interesting to me in other people.
I've found my conversations to be a lot more enjoyable. Needing to talk is an ego satisfaction thing, which is alright. But as I get older the ego feeling is disapating.