Fridays with Josid

Halloween night. I blackened his chest hairs with my eyeshadow. He was a Chilean coal miner.

It's always nice to have real people in your life. I've never really been the kind of person who can just live off of small talk and doing whatever. Sometimes I feel like a grandma because I go out less and less, but I just can't be bothered to go out for the sake of going out. I'd rather have good conversation, preferably on a porch. And today I started to feel insecure and weird about that. "Am I a becoming a recluse????? Does this mean I'm lazy?" I think it's just a transitional phase. I becoming more aware of what I want out of life, what kind of people I want to be around, how I want to live... And sometimes it doesn't seem very glamorous, but leave it to good friends to make you feel good about turning into a grandmother. A little chat with Josid while he packed his bags to leave South Korea and I started to feel less lame and more empowered.