I tossed and turned all night watching the new L-series episodes of QI, so I didn’t wake up until very late in the day.
I got some dinner with R, and we caught up and talked about being stressed out about returning to work. I talked about how in high school, I spent the entire 45 minute drive between home and school being nauseous. I was never sure that I would have the energy to switch to being the home version of myself (or school version of myself). Even though I would get comfortable again after a day or so, it always seemed like it was going to be so much effort. Later, I found out that what I was doing was code-switching, and it gave me a lot of empathy for people that have more of a difference between their compartments, and that have to do it more often.
I went to a Meetup group with J, a film club that was watching the movie The Wild Bunch. I’d never seen it before, and while it was not my favorite kind of movie, it was a rich text for discussion, and it was nice to have the intellectual experience of taking in a work of art together and picking it apart. It was also very cool to spot the source of so many callbacks and references that had gone over my head before.
Ended my night chatting with a cute OKC boy, I’ve got a good feeling about this one. Hope springs eternal. It’s Chinatown.