Quiet Life, Happy Life

This is my 30th post on this blog! I can’t believe I’ve been updating it consistently for an entire month. Honestly, I’m amazed at my own determination—who knew I had this in me? Every day, I come back wondering, What nonsense should I write about today? And voilà, here it is.

This blog has basically become my personal diary—a vault of thoughts and secrets I don’t share with anyone. Well, except my younger sister, because she’s the only one who knows this blog exists (thanks to my loose lips). If my dog could talk and read, though, I bet he’d be my biggest fan. He’d probably leave comments like, “Great post, but where’s my carrot?”

I miss him so much, even though I’ve only been away from home for 10 days. But honestly, it feels like 10 weeks... or maybe 10 years. Time gets weird when you’re busy with work and training and don’t even have a second to yourself. Home feels like this hazy memory from another life, even though it’s literally been 10 days. 10 days! Does anyone else experience this time-warp madness, or is it just me?

Whenever I move to a new place, I adapt quickly and make it my “new home.” But the weird part? When I visit my actual home again, it feels unfamiliar—like someone rearranged the furniture in my brain. Then I stay longer, readjust, and suddenly my old home feels normal again. But the moment I go back to my “new” place, the cycle starts over: Who am I? Where am I? Is this my life?

It’s weird, I know. But honestly, I’m kinda proud of my chameleon-like ability to adapt. Maybe I should add “professional place-switcher” to my CV. At this rate, I could be living on Mars and be like, “Yeah, feels like home after a week.”

my boy wearing his new shirt!

Also, can you believe I’ve been off social media for more than a month? A whole month! Yesterday, I took it a step further and removed all my friends on TikTok. Why, you ask? Well, it’s because familiar people make me anxious now.

Every time someone asks, “Hey, how are you?” I’m like, “Uh, fine, thanks” (while internally screaming, “I deactivated my social media so I wouldn’t have to answer questions like this!”). Then they hit me with, “It’s been ages! Where have you been?” And I’m just standing there thinking, “Yeah, busy avoiding conversations like this, thank you very much.”

The worst part? When they say, “Oh, we should totally hang out sometime! Let’s grab a drink!” I politely reply, “Haha, sure, I’ll let you know!” but inside I’m screaming, “Nope. Never. Not in this lifetime or the next. Drinking? Socializing? Hard pass!”

I seriously don’t get the obsession some people have with gathering to gossip. Like, sure, I understand the concept of gossip, but why do you need to set up a whole meeting just to dissect someone else’s life? Don’t y’all have hobbies or bills to pay or something?

One time, a friend told me he’s an extrovert and gets depressed if he doesn’t talk to people. I was floored. Me? I’m an introvert—I get depressed if people talk to me too much. It’s wild how different we are, huh? But hey, to each their own. That’s what makes people unique.

For me, living a peaceful, quiet life—far away from judgment and unsolicited opinions—is the dream. But every now and then, I do get the urge to post something on social media, just to let people know I’m still alive and haven’t been abducted by aliens. Maybe one day I’ll be ready for that again. Today, though? Nah, I’ll stick to my quiet bubble in this blog.