Praying to any deity to give my Kakak ganteng a good Friyay today! — Hey you, it’s a week later but it’s Friday. Hehe thank you for your wishes and I hope the same. Have a good Friyay today, se… https://t.co/Wla47nks0s
The feeling of being strangers with both parents because your world and their world are different (in terms of the outlook to religious beliefs). The death of the grandparent who feel like your own. This book expresses those feelings in a personal and delicate way.
My current read: Cathedrals by Claudia Piñeiro. I’m 61 pages in, and I think I already love this book. I’m going to make a thread on my commentaries about it; about what I’ve found interesting
“Because in the face of so much fanaticism, all I could do was to resist. I became an outsider, an oddball.” (p. 61), relatable statement, I could say. Feeling like not belong to anywhere, a person that is “made” by the religious fanaticism. An alien, no matter where we were.
One thing to be grateful for today is I came home to my own space, taking a warm shower, eat some dinner, make my own bed with new beddings, play with my cat, and finally lay down while listening to some cortisol purge sound I play on the TV. I lit the bedroom lamp, open my book.
@lcerries Hey, Kahyana. I heard a lot of that comments from people—that I look hard to be close to, while I think you’ll think the opposite once we start talking. 😁And thank you! I’ll take calm and mature as compliments. And you, you seem like a lover girl, lovely in your own way.