i think my social life changes like the seasons. there are times of plenty and times of harsh and barren cold. cycles of rain and draught. i’ve gone from having too much time to read and be bored and lonely to having to make definite, premeditated plans to arrange all the overlapping engagements. right now i’m in the monsoon season it seems like; i have so many plans every weekend or every night that there are people and hobbies getting left out and it’s damaging the crops.

not that i’m complaining about having so much to do, and definitely not that i’m anything but thrilled by the new friends i’ve been making — i’m loving that part. but i think i need to find my inner southern california, figuratively speaking. a social weather pattern where the extremes are lesser in each direction and there is more of a constant underlying pleasantness, to the point where i don’t even have to think about it one way or another. just look out the window every morning and be happy to be surrounded by palm trees.