Journal Entry 020

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Hi all, I can’t believe we’re halfway through October already! Where did September go? Or the whole summer for that matter? Anyway, I hope you can indulge me for a brief moment while I engage in a little venting session.

It seems that lately, I find myself increasingly frustrated with the fact that so few people follow-through on their commitments. It’s like, if I’m not doing everyone else’s job as well as my own, nothing gets done.

I have to follow up on house insurance, car insurance, internet providers, cell providers, house inspectors, car dealerships, delivery companies - basically anyone providing me a service, present or past. And there are always costs added that I didn’t consent to, hidden fees I wasn’t aware of, or mistakes made that I have to correct.

People say they’ll get back to me or finish a task by a certain date, and I watch that date come and go without so much of a head’s up that they’re going to be late. Or, because someone was no longer making a sale with me, he stopped replying to my emails altogether (which definitely prevented a future sale).

Am I the only person who is time-sensitive? Am I the only person who follows through on my commitments, and does so in a timely fashion (i.e. ahead of time)? Am I the only person who tells people when I’m going to be late because I don’t want them to sit around waiting and wondering?

Maybe my expectations are too high, or maybe as a collective society we just have to do better.

We have to get out of our own heads a bit and think about how our schedule impacts other people. Or let people know if plans change. I mean, it’s just common courtesy. We can be kind to others even if we’re not directly benefiting (financially) from it. We can exhibit personal manners and follow-up or get back to people on time.

Isn’t that considered decent customer service - or simply being a decent human being?

I don’t know, maybe it boils down to integrity or lack thereof.

Atop my to-read list are: Cheryl Strayed's Wild and Gail Caldwell's Let's Take The Long Way Home. I’m still working on The Art of Memoir by Mary Karr as it’s a bit of a heavier read than I anticipated, but a wonderful one nonetheless.

Anyway. Enjoy the rest of the month!


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this is us
season 2, now on netflix
diary of a toxic love
review of my new fav horror, the haunting of hill house



making future plans
solitary moments
boundaries that stick
quiet escapes
reunions with old friends
returning to a state of play
quality neighbours
having follow-through
alone time together
the smell of coffee in the morning
taking the time to rest



The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.
— Anaïs Nin


Insouciance: lack of care or concern, indifference, nonchalance, non-worried;
Stoic: impassive, characterized by a calm, austere fortitude;
Ineffable: incapable of being expressed or described in words, inexpressible;
Beget: to cause, produce as an effect, generate;
Tryst: an appointment to meet at a certain time and place, especially one made secretly by lovers.

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