Yesterday, my friend Kateri asked me to accompany her to see Beach House and Vampire Weekend at the Saint Augustine Amphitheater. Her husband had to work and was sick for a few days, so skipping on work last night would’ve made him feel bad.
I like Vampire Weekend, but really, I like Kateri because she was one of my first friends when moving here. She’s been kind of an inspiration to me to grow up too. She got her BA in economics, got married, bought a house, and has been self-reliant for a few years now. She goes on international vacations a lot to interesting places like Africa and Vietnam. In a way, she has shown me that there is more to enjoy than just bars and such… Though that was she and I’s routine years ago.
I opened my windows today to let in a nice breeze while I work on my psychology paper on why personality disorders are generally considered untreatable. I can hear the golfers at the golf course my room is across from (there is a pond between the hole and my room so I luckily haven’t had any golf ball to the window incidents) arguing, cussing, cheering and what not depending on how their par is today.
It’s interesting. I wonder if they think about what I’m doing in here, typing so diligently — or if they even notice/can see me?