thoughts on a sunday morning
I went out for drinks in Osaka last night with a guy I met at a guesthouse in Hongdae in March. Which I have to admit sounds pretty shady but was surprisingly fun and I feel like I can finally say that I’ve made at least one solid guy friend in Japan. (With less than a month before I leave …)
My memories of the train ride back to Kyoto are a little vague, but I’m hangover-less and pretty much good as new after a morning shower. But I still feel a kind of … emptiness? self-disgust? For me, it’s much harder to lower my expectations of myself than to raise them. Which is no doubt a good thing, but this feeling is probably the payoff :T
