Having got it into my head to travel Europe while writing a novel, I obviously needed to sort out a few things. Some of these things, annoyingly, are taking longer than I had expected. That frustration along with some conflicting emotions has brought on a lethargic melancholia. I am also experiencing a restless boredom from being static and re-living the same daily routine time and again. My life has become like Groundhog Day (which oddly is set on my birthday).
Not helpful for writing, not helpful for doing much of anything ![]()
Of recent I have been acquainting (and sometimes re-acquainting) myself with some people across Europe. Some I have even planned to detour on the off chance of meeting up for a coffee or some such (ex work colleagues in Budapest for example). One such acquaintance played me like the fool I often am and got me to give my word that I would tell her when I arrived in the city where she lives. We then had a communications break-down (more on ambiguity below) and she stated she never wanted to hear from me again (I’m good with women, me – hehe).
Cannot go there without telling her. Cannot tell her. I figure I only get to keep my word by not going there.
As I say, played like a fool.
There are plenty of other cities and towns though, even if I had been thinking of visiting her’s for several years.
So, melancholic and a bit annoyed at the inherent ambiguity in English…
Perhaps I should be learning Esperanto to avoid this difficulty in future. Only downside is so very few people speak it and there must be a lack of jokes in a language without ambiguity.
Perhaps I should write the first ‘Esperanto Joke Book’
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Ennui and melancholia
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