Projecting?
2.1.09
I went to a play yesterday afternoon — one that left me feeling rather melancholy anyway, but even more so because it was cold, and the sun had set, and, well, I don’t know... I was just feeling down. I suppose I’ve been feeling this malaise for a week or more now: just kind of a desire to go into myself and not speak to anyone. I feel a need to think… but I have no idea about what.
And so there I was, in this mood, when I decided to call Sean. I’ve been worried about him and his malaise or homesickness or whatever one would call it, and at that point, I was feeling the same way. I figured that calling him would either lift both of us up or bring both of us down.
I reached him, and he seemed genuinely glad to hear from me. We had a nice chat, and he planned to have a homework night… but he assured me that he’d gone out and had some fun the night before — thus necessitating the need for a Saturday night of homework.
He sounded better than I expected him to, and it’s possible that I sounded more down than he would have expected from me. We’ll see him again next weekend when we go to see a show that he’s in, and despite what Alex will think is mollycoddling, I told Sean that it would be fine if he wanted to come home sometime next weekend — if that would make him feel better and not worse. He said he’d like to — for both nights, even, instead of just the one I’d assumed he’d stake out. I think that missing him is only one part of how I’m feeling, but it will be great to have him home for a bit.
I’ve been worried about Sean, but maybe I’m just projecting my malaise onto him? And maybe I think too much already.
And so there I was, in this mood, when I decided to call Sean. I’ve been worried about him and his malaise or homesickness or whatever one would call it, and at that point, I was feeling the same way. I figured that calling him would either lift both of us up or bring both of us down.
I reached him, and he seemed genuinely glad to hear from me. We had a nice chat, and he planned to have a homework night… but he assured me that he’d gone out and had some fun the night before — thus necessitating the need for a Saturday night of homework.
He sounded better than I expected him to, and it’s possible that I sounded more down than he would have expected from me. We’ll see him again next weekend when we go to see a show that he’s in, and despite what Alex will think is mollycoddling, I told Sean that it would be fine if he wanted to come home sometime next weekend — if that would make him feel better and not worse. He said he’d like to — for both nights, even, instead of just the one I’d assumed he’d stake out. I think that missing him is only one part of how I’m feeling, but it will be great to have him home for a bit.
I’ve been worried about Sean, but maybe I’m just projecting my malaise onto him? And maybe I think too much already.
