The high point of my day was when my ass got asked out. I assume that it was my ass since that was the only part of me that the guy could have seen from behind, when he started asking if he could talk to me. And he wasn't drunk or with his guy friends or anything, he was dead serious. Do people do that? Just ask someone out on the street? Most importantly, do they do it when they can't even see the person's face until they are in the middle of asking them?
Anyway it totally overshadowed the fact that I got a bachelor degree today. What is a degree compared to a handsome stranger..

A puff of smoke

Don't you sometimes just want to be a smoker?
I smoked a few cigarettes in my life, mostly in bars with drinks. Then I decided that it is a bad habit, that it matters if I smoke or I don't and I stopped. Over time, I started hating it. Not just me smoking, but people around me smoking. Smokers who don't bother to throw the cigarette butts into a dustbin, or they do, but don't put it out first. Smokers, who don't care and smoke on bus stops, in the bus, on the stairs.. Smokers, who blow the smoke into your face and don't even realize it. Sitting next to a smoker or standing next to him/her in a crowded bus.
Even so, there are times, when smoking seems like a thing to do. When you have a few minutes to kill, not enough to do something or go somewhere, but too much to just stand and wait. When you are stressed out and you are in a desperate need of something to calm you down. When you just need a break since your brain is not working anymore.
Yes, there is plenty of other stuff that one can do, but why is the image of a oh-so-cool smoker and the idea of becoming him so appealing at times, even if you always end up not doing it?

Multipolar

Our perception is a matter so complicated, so incomprehensible that no-one can really determine what makes us see, what we see. Feel, what we feel. Experience, what we experience.
Within one day I have felt the pain of the world so pressing, that I felt like I could not go on. I felt a loss and a heartbreak, all being just a cruel trick of memory. Within the exact same day I have also experienced the absolute beauty of everything around me. Every blade of grass, every ray of sunlight, every feature of every face I saw was so graceful and alluring at the same time. It seemed like everything was permanent and indestructible, destined to be perfect forever.
How can one world bear such urgency and such laziness, such heartache and such love, so much honesty and so much lies? Why do we see the same things, the same people, the same situations with different eyes every time we look at them?

When you break up with a boy, you tell other people that "you broke up." When you have an argument with a friend, you tell mere acquaintances that "you had an exchange of opinions and possibly some differences" but you do not go into details. When your supervisor does not respond to most of your questions and does not meet the deadlines that she sets out for herself, you still write a thank you into the acknowledgement section of your thesis. And then you read her assessment of your thesis saying that you should get an A, but since you did not send her a solid draft of your thesis till a day before the deadline (not true) and still expected her to make comments and remarks (definitely not true), you acted really unprofessionally and you should get a B. Then, you think about the age-old dilemma: should I take it and make my life easier or should I fight it?