I had a day off today. After the English meeting on Zoom, I went to the library. Although I wanted to borrow another book, I found an interesting one, Michael Booth's "Three Tigers, One Mountain" so I decided to borrow it. After that, I went to the main house of my group home to discuss my work with the sub-admin and the person worked with my job coach.
It isn't very pleasant to say that I couldn't prepare for today's meeting at all, but these two people who have always helped me a lot afforded me various heartful suggestions about how I would be able to work freely and comfortably with a pleasant mind (naturally, as always being myself), so I could tell them my honest feelings and also opinions from the bottom of my heart. I also shared how these days' events were (as I have written, at first I had to have my wisdom tooth pulled, and after that, these nightmare-like events happened!).
We also shared what kinds of so-called life hacks for making our minds neat (yes, I'm referring to the methods of making "distorted recognitions" neat/normalized). About that, I shared the manga I've been reading recently (Tokiko Komaki's "My Leisurely Language Diary"). For me, that manga is very interesting because the author Komaki suggests how learning English can work as a useful method of proceeding forward, even though life sometimes bites us so terribly.
This afternoon, even though I had a certain time enough to write something short (yes, I'm referring to the memoir I've written), I couldn't find the first sentence that should come. So I gave up writing and started reading Akihiko Reizei's provoking reports about 9.11. As you already know, today was a sort of terrible day in my life (and probably everyone's life, too). Why did they (yes, the terrorists) kill the innocent people? About this case, or generally, I am on the "killed" side possibly? Or actually the "killing" side? I remember one song by Boom Boom Satellites, "Your Reality's A Fantasy But Your Fantasy Is Killing Me".
This evening, I attended the "danshu" meeting. After that, I started writing my memoir, "Shiso-Ga".
