small purchase, big excitement
Sep. 11th, 2024 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
v3rucI can't wait for my fingerless gloves to come through the mail. I ordered them last week, and they were expected to arrive either today or tomorrow. I don't have them yet, unfortunately. I could've used it with the cold weather and all. But I shall await it with patience.
I bought two pairs. One leather pair with an open space on the back of the hand for ventilation. Perfect for indoors and warmer weather. They look so cool too! And also a knitted pair that is more like actual gloves except, well, fingerless. Those will be for colder weather like now and when I'm in my apartment while it's freezing. (I'm afraid to dial up the heating thermometer because I'm on a budget here.) I can layer clothes just fine, so my torso and feet will be warm and cosy (I'll just get a blanket for my legs when at home), and but that leaves my hands to get cold. They've been cold for a week now and I hate it.
Younger me didn't buy a lot of things that I got excited about. Partly because I wasn't sure what would make me happy (general teenage uncertainties, lack of role models, poor perception skills to observe others' happy things, and of course, a skedaddling gender), and partly because I was afraid what others would think of me if they found out. I didn't buy my items and clothes to feel good. I bought them to be functional, period. But lately I've been leaning more into "let's fuck around and find out" and I have a clearer picture of myself than before (still got a lot of work to do of course, but you get what I mean). Still no role model, but I take inspirations from the people I admire from a distance or online. Sometimes I come up with random things on my own too. And now that I've done some things that made me genuinely happy or excited every time I think about it, I don't want to go back to before. Once a newborn has drawn its first breath, it does not (and should not, if healthy) want to return to a non-breathing state. Life's too short to cut it even shorter.
P.S. I didn't mean to write a whole paragraph turning a light-hearted post into some exploration of my psyche. But here we are now. This has happened a lot in the past, be it during a simple conversation with friends or in my paper journal, so I guess that's just how it's gonna go. I'd even dare to bet my digital honour on the introspection tag becoming the most used one in the future, or at least coming second place to the daily life shenanigans. Anyone dare to bet differently?
I bought two pairs. One leather pair with an open space on the back of the hand for ventilation. Perfect for indoors and warmer weather. They look so cool too! And also a knitted pair that is more like actual gloves except, well, fingerless. Those will be for colder weather like now and when I'm in my apartment while it's freezing. (I'm afraid to dial up the heating thermometer because I'm on a budget here.) I can layer clothes just fine, so my torso and feet will be warm and cosy (I'll just get a blanket for my legs when at home), and but that leaves my hands to get cold. They've been cold for a week now and I hate it.
Younger me didn't buy a lot of things that I got excited about. Partly because I wasn't sure what would make me happy (general teenage uncertainties, lack of role models, poor perception skills to observe others' happy things, and of course, a skedaddling gender), and partly because I was afraid what others would think of me if they found out. I didn't buy my items and clothes to feel good. I bought them to be functional, period. But lately I've been leaning more into "let's fuck around and find out" and I have a clearer picture of myself than before (still got a lot of work to do of course, but you get what I mean). Still no role model, but I take inspirations from the people I admire from a distance or online. Sometimes I come up with random things on my own too. And now that I've done some things that made me genuinely happy or excited every time I think about it, I don't want to go back to before. Once a newborn has drawn its first breath, it does not (and should not, if healthy) want to return to a non-breathing state. Life's too short to cut it even shorter.
P.S. I didn't mean to write a whole paragraph turning a light-hearted post into some exploration of my psyche. But here we are now. This has happened a lot in the past, be it during a simple conversation with friends or in my paper journal, so I guess that's just how it's gonna go. I'd even dare to bet my digital honour on the introspection tag becoming the most used one in the future, or at least coming second place to the daily life shenanigans. Anyone dare to bet differently?
