Recapping the dimly lit days of my 2024 in no particular order. Here goes:
Dengue Fever
I really hate the timing of that one flying object successfully bit me and made me sick. Down bad for days, I couldn’t attend some of my friends important milestones. One, my high school friends are getting married and the friend group booked a room for a joint bachelor and bachelorette not-so party. The event still happened, yet I was laying down with my low level of thrombocyte on my very own bedroom as they celebrate the couple. Two, my friend debuted in acting and I was supposed to watch the play. So bummed that my thrombocyte levels were still low. May there will be a next time tho.
A Two-hour Phone Call on 11PM
It was a Tuesday and the next day was holiday. I told someone that I want to share something. So I waited for that person to be back home after having the after-office hour hangout. Later that night, I sent a two page .pdf for that person to read. We ended up talking about both of our feelings for fifteen minutes. The rest of the phone call? We talked like usual, as if that fifteen minutes didn’t happen. We talked around before the next day we’re no longer around for each other.
Horrible Briefs
The past few years, I’ve been invited to events. Not only to attend, but sometimes I was given a role to do or participate. Which means, I’m familiar with brief. Side note: there was a period of time where my task is making those briefs. So when some events are lacking in handing me the bare minimum briefs, it surely gives me an ick — and of course I’m judging in silence.
That Literary Event
I sat on the outdoor stairs of Teater Jakarta as I was waiting for a friend. We’re going to watch a musical and we planned to go to a poetry reading afterwards that will be held around that area. However, just the day before we learnt how that literary event is giving the space for oppressors. I keep on thinking whether I should still go or just pass. Then, I got a link to one very long docs.google.com. After reading that, I no longer have the interest to attend that literary event.
Participating in a Competition
This year I learn how much I despise my high-achiever/ambitious past self. I wouldn’t know it if I didn’t enter a competition that required me to make a campaign pitch deck in just two days #iykyk. Extra note: on the weekend. I was so scared if a part of mental self would surface and be seen by my competition partner. Lowkey anxious if she would take a mental note about it for later to share to the other coworkers. It will definitely not be the best story. That weekend I was not myself.
