Private hemisphere

Yesterday, went out with my inmate and his friends. Artistic folks, yeah. Making docusoaps and teaching and amateur drama acting, all very arty indeed. I was a little shocked, however, by their "openness", if that's the word: One by one, they had long monologues about their love-life. 1) So I met an ex-boyfriend and we had sex because I still like him but I don't think it's true love and I think it should be over so an hour ago I wrote him by msn in excruciating clear terms "I'm """leaving""" now to the café" and now I don't know if I'll go to his birthday party and buy a him present. 2) I'm in love with a colleague but it has become difficult to be in love I feel like a clumsy teenager and I don't know why and it's so frustrating and maybe I should ask him for a drink... 3) Tomorrow, we'll see the 'notaris/notaire' and than I'll be divorced because we both agreed that a divorce was the best thing to do and it certainly is a happy divorce. I feel quite happy about it.

I barely knew this people, and I felt embarrassed. Of course I was very interested at first, but not that long:
One: For the moment, I have no love-life problems. I couldn't care less, I'm in the Arctic right now (and I've been here little bit too long, I'm afraid, ben soit)
Two: Even if they lied about their emotions, good heavens, how futile, banal and sad were their feelings.

My inmate told me that artists, yes they do that, throwing their emotions on the table in public, it's artistic and it's therapeutic.

It was not entertaining at all, rather boring, which means... I've still got it, a romantic soul?

djr

Moving right along

No, honestly. Let me finish my story and then tell me your opinion. Where was I... So, yes, I left the building at 5PM, tired, and the fact that I had lost some precious 21 minutes of credit time, only irritated the sparse not-undercooled parts of my brain. Those 2 hours and 46 minutes I saved during the last two weeks, endlessly dragging myself out of bed every bloody morning at a bloody 7AM, they will all be lost, at a winkling of an eye. And at the last trumpet, when the time-calculation period of November-December ends and a new January-February period starts, that saved bit of credit time will be completely lost! Vanitas, omnia vanitas. I feel mind numbed. I went to the piano classes, played a bit which was ok, and then I went to the French classes, talked and wrote a bit, which was ok and then I went home. Watched some television. Something in french, there was also laughter.
So, do you agree that the most appropriate human feeling I should rely to when such, non-existent days occur, is sadness?

Anger is also a valid option, but it darkens the world even more.

Sadness it is.