Xperience with Xperia
We've got a shawarma café nearby, a piece of life amidst a grey residential area. Before I started controlling my weight I had had a 'strict' schedule. After work I went there to buy some cakes thinking I earned them for hard labour. And each Friday I settled the very shawarma day. What I think about now is whether employees remember those who visit them often. Do they have any assumptions or theories about them? Are we all a weird series written by life itself, characters with personalities and backstories whose parts they might have learnt? Like 'this woman wearing glasses is likely to be a teacher! She's vegan and I noticed her once carrying a Spanish textbook.' I think many novels and other fiction was drawn on this basis: an employee discovering people through slices of life they meet them because of job.
I found a very old Sony Xperia sola in my drawer. It's so tiny and cute comparing to my today's tabletesque Samsung. I can't remember when phones with inches similar to Ebooks became the norm. I try to come up with the idea to use Sony for any purpose. This is likely to become my mp3 player. If I manage to find audiobooks to download this device can easily become my best friend. Too bad Android 2.3 is beyond 'obsolete' term and can open sites only through Opera mini. I didn't manage to play books right through it. There are so many good authors I’m looking to listen to. Maybe the primitiveness of this phone will help me to get off the hook.
I wanted to post a story on Instagram with my current phone and this small Sony laying next to each other but I stopped myself. Why do I do it for my 6 followers? I’ve got two people from the past I have left because of misunderstanding; three cousins I don’t really care about and a friend Alyona I talk to normally on Telegram. Did I try again to show up in Vlad’s feed? I don’t message him, neither does he. Then w-h-y? I dropped the idea. I either have the balls to write (I don’t see the reason though) or I be a good boy with common sense and stop trying to pick up specific people’s attention. We were friends for seven years. We didn’t see each other for eight. Then the relationship is totally aborted by now.
Ivan disappeared from my radars. My inner child with low self-esteem cries again I don’t get validation, recognition and acceptance from a certain type I needed to be accepted somewhere many eons ago. Okay. I’ll try to go to sleep early. I was told it helps metabolism and weight management. I am proud to say I didn’t buy any treat today. I went home past the shawarma café but was desperate enough to lose my belly I only quickened my pace.