Had a few house guests last night at my apartment. Granted it was my parents and one of my aunts but it’s the first time in weeks I’ve hosted people in my apartment. I’m normally kind of nervous about hosting people as I am self conscious about my place and possessions. I feel paranoid that I’m constantly being measured and condemned for the way I keep my apartment and even the books on my book shelf. I moved my book shelf to my bed room just so fewer people would see it. As I have a wide range of interests I keep a wide range of what would be considered by many people of scholarly books. When my retired pastor friend died a few years ago, his family offered me some of his ancient history, history of religion, and philosophy books. Since many of his works were in ancient languages like Hebrew and Greek I had to turn most of what would have been really interesting down. I know a little Spanish from my high school years but haven’t used it enough lately to have any kind of working knowledge of the language.
As it is now, I can keep some of my more scholarly works in ebook form. I’ve downloaded hundred of free history, philosophy, religion, etc. books onto my computer and iPod. Yes I still have an iPod but it mainly serves as backup for my computers. I’ll probably never get to read many of these books but I’m glad I have them. I even picked up some sci fi and horror books. About the only real horror author I can get into is H.P. Lovecraft. I did read a couple Stephen King books but I never developed much of a taste for his work. As far as sci fi goes, I really like Issac Asimov and Cory Doctorow. I read mostly science fact books by people like Michio Kaku, Ray Kurzweil, Kevin Kelly, and Carl Sagan as I’m typically more interested in seeing sci fi become science fact. I don’t read much for fantasy novels but my brother and his kids are big fans of J.K Rowling and J.R.R. Tolken. I guess I always considered real life interesting enough. That’s probably why the two fiction novel drafts I wrote flopped. I don’t have much of my writings from the first ten years I was working on the craft. What I do have, well, I’m glad didn’t get published.
Since I’m spending more time alone since the weather turned colder, I’m spending more time reading articles and watching documentaries. I don’t really go out except to check the mail and break up the routine. I haven’t even socialized with friends much the last couple weeks. It’s gets lonely at times. About the only thing I hate about being an adult is that I can’t just spend time with my friends at a moment’s notice. As much as I couldn’t stand some aspects of high school, that is one thing I definitely miss.
Definitely relate to the aspect of adulthood and no longer really being able to interact with friends on a whim. It’s always a delicate balance, especially while juggling mental health. You’ve got that weird sense of “do people feel put off by my need for contact” thing lingering in the back your mind. Keep up the blogging, always enjoy seeing your observations.
I do feel the loneliness at times. I didn’t get married because I knew with my mental illness and personality I would make a lousy husband and father. I was doing the smart and responsible thing. Yet some fools still accuse me of being unmanly or not a grown up for not marrying or being able to have a career. But I can ignore them easier than I could even five years ago. They don’t know what I go through on a day to day basis; I do.