I've been daydreaming quite a lot recently. I guess that this is actually an issue (?) that I've had for a pretty good while, but it definitely feels like a different quality/intensity now than it has before.
It seems to happen the most strongly when I'm just transcribing with 3Play. Especially if it's an easy file that I'm working on, my fingers and some subset of my brain seem to just go on autopilot and I realize that I'm hardly even thinking about the work in front of me anymore. I'm staring right at the screen and still correcting the spelling and grammar, but in my mind, I'm seeing extremely vivid scenes from the past few years. One of the most common ones is sitting on the deck at the back of the MV Explorer on a warm day; I remember playing guitar there or looking down to the lower deck and seeing people reading, sleeping, sunbathing, whatever, especially my friend Caitlyn. I used to just sit there between classes for five minutes listening to Seaweed Sheets. But sometimes the scenes are less detailed, although still feel very animated, like just the feeling of being in a classroom on the side of the ship, or walking through the main hallway, or looking out the window of my room, or playing piano in the auditorium, but they all kind of happen together in the same feeling.
My daydreams don't take me to Cambodia very often, and I'm not really sure why that is. I guess that's just how it goes.
When I think about China, for some reason, by far the biggest hit with the nostalgia part of my brain is Nan Shi Da (Nanjing Normal University). I always just get this feeling that I'm walking over there after school on a Wednesday, and the weather is either just barely warm or just barely chilly, and there's a student next to me that I'm talking to, though the student and the conversation are both indiscernable. We're always walking up the path to the huge set of stairs at the southwestern part of the campus. Sometimes it's like a mash-up of all the different little shops and restaurants that I had been to while I was there, though sometimes it's a specific feeling of the ones that I had gone to most often, and sometimes it's even the clubbing district, 1912, or a specific night there. Sometimes I'm on the roof playing guitar and Angela comes up to see me, or I'm walking with Kara and Eric, or I'm at brunch or with Courtney and Dani, or sitting in the corner of AJ Cafe with Tracy.
I love all of those memories. I'm glad I have something to miss so strongly. But sometimes thinking about them makes me feel very dissatisfied with my life right now. I wish I didn't feel like that, although sometimes I wonder if it's a sign that I need to go.
Peace out.
It seems to happen the most strongly when I'm just transcribing with 3Play. Especially if it's an easy file that I'm working on, my fingers and some subset of my brain seem to just go on autopilot and I realize that I'm hardly even thinking about the work in front of me anymore. I'm staring right at the screen and still correcting the spelling and grammar, but in my mind, I'm seeing extremely vivid scenes from the past few years. One of the most common ones is sitting on the deck at the back of the MV Explorer on a warm day; I remember playing guitar there or looking down to the lower deck and seeing people reading, sleeping, sunbathing, whatever, especially my friend Caitlyn. I used to just sit there between classes for five minutes listening to Seaweed Sheets. But sometimes the scenes are less detailed, although still feel very animated, like just the feeling of being in a classroom on the side of the ship, or walking through the main hallway, or looking out the window of my room, or playing piano in the auditorium, but they all kind of happen together in the same feeling.
My daydreams don't take me to Cambodia very often, and I'm not really sure why that is. I guess that's just how it goes.
When I think about China, for some reason, by far the biggest hit with the nostalgia part of my brain is Nan Shi Da (Nanjing Normal University). I always just get this feeling that I'm walking over there after school on a Wednesday, and the weather is either just barely warm or just barely chilly, and there's a student next to me that I'm talking to, though the student and the conversation are both indiscernable. We're always walking up the path to the huge set of stairs at the southwestern part of the campus. Sometimes it's like a mash-up of all the different little shops and restaurants that I had been to while I was there, though sometimes it's a specific feeling of the ones that I had gone to most often, and sometimes it's even the clubbing district, 1912, or a specific night there. Sometimes I'm on the roof playing guitar and Angela comes up to see me, or I'm walking with Kara and Eric, or I'm at brunch or with Courtney and Dani, or sitting in the corner of AJ Cafe with Tracy.
I love all of those memories. I'm glad I have something to miss so strongly. But sometimes thinking about them makes me feel very dissatisfied with my life right now. I wish I didn't feel like that, although sometimes I wonder if it's a sign that I need to go.
Peace out.
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