Its 324pm, Sunday.
Another day. Another story.
I need a new chair. Its a want, ig, not a need. So, let’s wait.
I am spending way more than I should these days. After all this job has been kind of a miracle, and me keeping it straight in these 2 years, is another miracle. At times during working, I have felt my need is no longer necessary here but still, I have a job.
This feels like one of the good things I have been blessed throughout with, in hard times. Graduating, Beginning to support the household, Learning some hard lessons and facts about myself, about family. This job has been the only continuous steady stable entity.
I am learning Blender. Because what I want to be at the end of the day is a marketer. And now-a-days, major marketing happens either on digital media or on digital media. You organize events? They are blown out of your imagination if something goes “viral”. And videos have a far better chance of going viral, than photos, excluding obv the exceptional cases. Blender, eventually 3d animations, is a way to manifest the thoughts, the ideas into reality without needing any external support. A guy good in 3d animations and an instagram account is all you need to do a lot, in this weird world, Tess.
So I am learning Blender bit by bit. I try to do it daily, but still can’t find the rhythm. I will find it though, In Shaa Allah.
I am 26 now. There’s a slight pressure to get married. I am out of the dating pool in the sense that even when someone approaches now, all the signals in my mind blare out “Marriage, or nothing”. Obviously this is a result of what concluded on 01.25.25. I am trying to resist it. Dad on Friday, and then Mom on Saturday were asking the same thing from me but for now, I stayed silent in response. I talked to ChatGPT a lot Saturday night. Figuring to find out what may be a better response when I speak, so I don’t hurt anyone’s feelings and my own facts of life. I am trying. That’s the best anyone can do.
I am still lazy. Short memoried. Addicted. I think I should insert something positive here but, instead of writing it, let’s do it. Actions speak louder than words.
Or, maybe, its just another Sunday. Who knows the next hour?
Bye.