I've developed a new hobby. Hanging out. I've never thought much about the concept before, but the more I think about it the more enticing it becomes. You sit around, alone or otherwise. It implies that you don't get much done. You listen to music, have a conversation, laugh a bit. Some of my best memories revolve around me hanging out with friends doing absolutely nothing that's productive or life-changing, but somehow that becomes quality time which has nurtured your relationship with someone else. I realise I haven't seen my parents in three months. In that time I've forged a new existence that no one back home is a part of. And I can't believe it, but I'm not dead yet.

There is so much to anticipate.

posted by beautiful at 11:57 am