Fruitful days
These days are being anything but fruitful, except maybe for a couple of appointments and a nice meeting with a friend. I can’t get focused while working for some unknown reason, and I feel like traveling again. Unfortunately, it’s not possible now.
I was thinking of writing about how it’s like growing up with a narcissistic parent, encouraged by an amazing subReddit I found last year where people from all ways of life share their own experiences. For the first time, and after reading many stories which were posted there, everything made sense and I felt very related to several of them. There’s no much we children of NP can do to heal our wounds, but to vent over from time to time and try a little bit harder to keep going and move on, despite all the anxiety and fears. It’s way easier to write it than to actually do it.
So, what should I do? No idea. Will things eventually get better? I keep hearing that from many years ago. What does “get better” mean exactly? Again, no fucking idea. Does the fact of me living an ocean away from them make things easier? A little bit, yes. Do I want to be a wonderful butterfly who jumps from flower to flower in order to get the best of each one of those? Hell yeah. Is the previous question a metaphor created in order to masquerade certain issues I have? No, I just wanted to make a question that sounded sort of poetic and senseless.
Should I stop writing on this platform and start working? Sure, unless I want to be skint at the end of the month.
