stay-at-home body

the more I think of how close I am to finishing the term, the more I start to feel as if the weeks are going by slower. I have a teaching presentation due on monday, to be presented to a 5th grade class on thursday. Sometimes, on really dismal semestres such as this one, I wish that I had a stunt double. I’d let him do all of the dirty work, while I stay at home and wait for him to tell me how his day went. Completely rested, of course.

I’d make a good homebody.

no space for glancing

I don’t know how quite to explain it, but I have always had an attraction towards particular traits in people that I meet. They usually convey those traits in ways that catch my attention, and tend to remain at the back of my mind for weeks, if not months at a time. Carl Jung’s concept of the collective unconscious has always stood out to me. How one sees qualities in another that are inherently present in oneself, but are also unbeknownst to oneself.

Unrelenting in my mind is the pursuit to metamorphose those particular traits into something meaningful. The proximity between myself and herself is insignificant, and is measured in glances.