It's Sunday, October 27, 1991 here in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan.
I'm sick. Yuck. I feel awful.
But I still sit down and write. I feel so much better when I write... whether it's a short story or a letter to another.
I know that when I write, it's always gratifying to receive a fan letter, have someone call me up and say they enjoyed my work or receive a letter in the mail from back home in Canada - it reminds me that I matter.
It sounds pathetic. But writers need gratification. It's to help them feel...
It's the same with me as a person with relationships.
I hate being taken for granted.
My ex-girlfriend Ashley said she hated for me to read her a story I was writing ahead of its publication. It used to tick me off (probably still does). A man should feel he has someone to talk to about ideas and things...
but here I am... sick, writing and no one calls!
What the heck is going on? I couldn't have pissed off everyone I like with my neediness? Ahh... maybe they are just out enjoying life in Japan.
Screw this... let me escape into the fantasy land of MarioWorld on my Nintendo Super Famicon (Nintendo Super Family Computer).
I play all day. No kidding. Besides... it's raining outside.
At 4PM, I eat a mushroom and crawl through a pipe and emerge back into the real world of Japan and phone Ashley.
She had fun on their hike in Nikko, despite only eight people going - one guy, Alan Broomhead.
To me - despite the high levels of chicks - it would have been a waste. I'm not going to screw any of them - at least not with Ashley about, and sometimes a guy needs to talk with other guys. I feel vindicated in not wanting to go not to mention being incredibly sick. That's so stupid, it's funny.
I go back to MarioWorld until it turns into tomorrow.
So... what's with this blog entry? I think it just shows you that people can appear happy go lucky on the outside, but can also be down on the inside. That was me in 1991. It's how I felt - despite living in Japan and having a good time. Sometimes a guy just needs more. I don't think that's wrong. What's wrong is not doing something about it.
Soon enough, oh reader, this country bumpkin from Toronto will do something about it.
Somewhere addicted - and it feels soooo good,
Andrew Joseph
PS: There's another short story in 8 hours time....
Today's blog title is by The Chords:
I'm sick. Yuck. I feel awful.
But I still sit down and write. I feel so much better when I write... whether it's a short story or a letter to another.
I know that when I write, it's always gratifying to receive a fan letter, have someone call me up and say they enjoyed my work or receive a letter in the mail from back home in Canada - it reminds me that I matter.
It sounds pathetic. But writers need gratification. It's to help them feel...
It's the same with me as a person with relationships.
I hate being taken for granted.
My ex-girlfriend Ashley said she hated for me to read her a story I was writing ahead of its publication. It used to tick me off (probably still does). A man should feel he has someone to talk to about ideas and things...
but here I am... sick, writing and no one calls!
What the heck is going on? I couldn't have pissed off everyone I like with my neediness? Ahh... maybe they are just out enjoying life in Japan.
Screw this... let me escape into the fantasy land of MarioWorld on my Nintendo Super Famicon (Nintendo Super Family Computer).
I play all day. No kidding. Besides... it's raining outside.
At 4PM, I eat a mushroom and crawl through a pipe and emerge back into the real world of Japan and phone Ashley.
She had fun on their hike in Nikko, despite only eight people going - one guy, Alan Broomhead.
To me - despite the high levels of chicks - it would have been a waste. I'm not going to screw any of them - at least not with Ashley about, and sometimes a guy needs to talk with other guys. I feel vindicated in not wanting to go not to mention being incredibly sick. That's so stupid, it's funny.
I go back to MarioWorld until it turns into tomorrow.
So... what's with this blog entry? I think it just shows you that people can appear happy go lucky on the outside, but can also be down on the inside. That was me in 1991. It's how I felt - despite living in Japan and having a good time. Sometimes a guy just needs more. I don't think that's wrong. What's wrong is not doing something about it.
Soon enough, oh reader, this country bumpkin from Toronto will do something about it.
Somewhere addicted - and it feels soooo good,
Andrew Joseph
PS: There's another short story in 8 hours time....
Today's blog title is by The Chords:
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