u/zestelo

I have a tendency to waste my day, wake up late and just be a bum if I don’t have a set routine. I’m not in education anymore so it’s been odd the past few years not having somewhere that plans my entire day. I have many interests and things I wanna do, things i can fix, things i can read etc, but i just procrastinate and settle for pleasure like watching TV. My job is part time so it’s only 2-3 days a week and i enjoy it, but the others days i waste

I value my free time, and like to do what i want with it, i cherish that freedom but it loses value when that leisure is all day.

I joke with my friends i’d do well going into the military cause I wouldn’t mind the routine. Is this relatable? Or am i just lazy, any advice on how to overcome this is appreciated.

Not sure why i get like this, for whatever reason, my brain decides i must not care in any respect to this day. I probably even make sure i dislike this day more than i would any other day. Don’t get why i should get treat like i’m special this one day?

Other people’s birthdays though, they will not go unnoticed from me, i will take a mental note of their niche interests and provide a sufficient gift.

Any you admire? Or not so fond? Any who are simply intriguing? And why?

Is there anything particular to them being ISTP that you see in their person that you find interesting and clear to their type?

Guys, i feel like a kid who doesn’t understand a joke, yet laughs to pretend they do. What’s this all about?

I’m an avid enjoyer of Murakamis weird plots, Kafka on the Shore was incredible when i read it, Norwegian Wood etc. Yet for this reason, the amount of bloody sex, I’ve grown quite tired.

Every single main character has an obsession with sex, an obsession with jazz or some other specific genre and buys a tent, goes on some journey and sleeps outside like they’re homeless. I feel like i’m reading the same self-insert main character but within a different plot every time, at first it was interesting but eventually i feel like i already understand the character.

Sex obsession? check
ya like jazz? check
homeless core? check
pervert? check

It’s the first time i’ve read such books and genuinely had to keep one eyebrow raised for 90% of the chapters cause i’m in public tryna not act like i’m currently reading a guy describe how magical his BJ is and how ‘her eyes are exactly like my dead little sisters’ whilst doing it. Dare i say, I hate that I enjoy his writing and have to endure it. It can’t be only me who notices?