Camp Notes #2
Breaking into the listicles game.
A non exhaustive list of small choices that make life so awesome:
always washing your sheets right before a trip so you can look forward to being so snug in your bed when you get back
getting a proper toiletry bag
packing a sandwich for later
using an alarm clock that isn’t your phone
masturbating before important decisions or conversations
letting the pan get hotter than you think before putting the oil in and then waiting for the oil to get hotter than you think before putting the food in
I’ve been freelance this year and it’s been sometimes hard but also so awesome. I get bored easily. It’s good for me, at least in this moment, to be sort of untethered and able to pursue all the skills and industries that interest me. I love learning stuff. I loved and love being a student. Noticing what captures your attention and giving yourself more of it is so important. I take classes, I go to things, I try out new hobbies. My wonderful friend Ian once observed that I do so, so many activities, more than most. I said thank you I do! I understand that it is a lot. I am simply just someone who needs a lot of stimulation and movement.
I am someone who needs a lot in general, and I am good at giving myself most of those things. I would like a partner to round out the rest of it, but it’s also about wanting badly to give to someone else too. Just like Bobby says in the eleventh hour of Company— who will I take care of?
Lead image: Alfred Sisly by Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1876.
I worked a ton of fashion gigs this month. Mostly PA work, one production coordinator gig. I tend to establish myself as highly competent and reliable within the first five minutes of showing up to a new gig. I don’t think it’s difficult to be good at stuff in a real general sense. I think I owe the majority of my success as a person to being very observant. I just pay attention and have a pleasant energy, and it leads me to a lot of opportunities. I obviously also work hard and have no problem doing manually laborious tasks, which helps.
After one of those gigs working on my feet all day, I walked through Soho and stumbled into the San Gennaro festival, which I always encounter on accident every year. I strolled, got these arancini, had a blissful little half hour to myself. I spend a lot of time alone. I think I’ll look back and remember this time of my life, in which I am single and living basically by myself in what is basically a studio apartment, as a period of great comfort with my solitude. Maybe it’s the most solo I'll ever be for the rest of my life. Who knows, I could be getting married a year from now! Maybe to you!
The pan / oil waiting game is absolutely necessary & rewarding