“If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”

Taking a leaf out of Vonnegut’s book, and trying to appreciate the moments when they’re there. I had a mostly shit day (study-related, nothing else) where I felt like the biggest idiot known to mankind because there was something I wasn’t quite grasping, and because I was convinced (in the manic manner of exams) that if I didn’t understand this one point I couldn’t possibly understand anything else and as a result I would fail my exam (which is on Wednesday).

But:

• I had a dinner date with a friend, and he came round.
• This friend looks a lot like Benedict Cumberbatch. I made him come watch Sherlock with me because it’s just hilarious to me to sit next to Sherlock lookalike while watching the show.
• It was a good episode.
• I made us burritos for dinner and I had brownies left over from yesterday, so we had those with milk for dessert.
• We talked for several hours, both throughout the show and afterwards. 
• I realised how much I’d miss him when we graduate.
• We sang Early One Morning together. 
• We talked about life and relationships and sex and people and personalities and what makes someone attractive and degrees and parents and siblings and holidays and weather.
• We yelled at each other because we disagree on a lot of things.
• We laughed at each other a lot because we don’t care that we disagree.
• We talked about the fact that there is nothing more ridiculous than human existence and how this has been talked about before, obviously, because neither of us are pioneers but it’s not talked about or considered nearly enough.
• We talked about being the product of our generations and how differently or similarly we would’ve turned out in any other decade or century or society. 
• He played my guitar to me because I’m still not good by anybody’s standards.
• We talked about books. Specifically books he borrowed off me.
• We listened to jazz in comfortable silence.
• We hugged goodbye in a way that only good friends know how to hug.

An exceedingly ordinary day. But isn’t that sometimes just what the doctor ordered?