Diary of a Lone Commuter {Aug. 31st, 2014}

Suweileh Bridge, Amman

Today has been quite satisfying so far, despite the saddening story of the refugee whom we interviewed this morning and I had to translate the statements to the foreign interviewer, along with all the suppressed cries of frustration. I hope it will remain that way in the evening as well; the satisfaction part I mean!

Being a skinny, tiny guy has plenty of advantages, along with some disadvantages as well. Among the disadvantages is the fact that enormously fat people love to choose to sit next to me, assuming that my meager body mass will allow them to sit comfortably by occupying a proportion of my seat, which is true. However, it never seems to bother them that they also rob a considerable amount of my oxygen as well along with that proportion of my seat. He’s now trying to peek to see what I’m writing, I hope he has figured out already that I’m writing about him; I don’t really give a fuck.

I’m supposed to start the editing process of the first two chapters of my novel tonight. I haven’t touched it ever since my father passed away. I need to get it done soon so I can start contacting publishers. Last night I came across an article on Time magazine on how to overcome procrastination. I decided to read it later that night, but I fell asleep without getting back to it.

It’s too fucking hot today…The most five things I hate are three; the sun and hell. I truly miss winter, especially the rain and my black leather jacket that I paid 60 JD’s for last winter. It destabilized my whole budget for two years to follow, it’s unfair to keep it in a closet. I miss a lot of things actually about winter, but I need innumerable utterances and excessive verbiage to justly literalize the feelings I have for those things. So, I’ll just fucking stop already.

I’m about to reach my stop, so I better conclude this diary entry now. I promise myself to write more tomorrow. Unfortunately I always keep all the promises I make, except for those I make for myself.