As usual, I will try to write down what I experienced yesterday (it seems right now I need to write/declare these things too clearly at first to keep writing on and on). This morning, I went to AEON, where I saw my mother. We went to the menswear section to buy a shirt. After that, because I had trouble managing my money (there are a few things that require mine), I went to the main house of my group home where I saw the sub-admin. She gave me the money we had saved, so I will use this to pay for them.
After that, I confessed the recent troublesome events I had to experience (especially, at the workplace). She gave me her kind and honest opinions to me. As once I wrote in this serial journal, when I was in my 30s (at the era I hadn't gotten connected to the group that has been organizing the group home yet) I decided to "give up" everything at all anymore, and tried to end my life literally. She recommended that I should try looking back at the era, or the past my figure which must have been smaller than the current one.
Yes... In that era, I must have been a lonesome guy (or a stray cat with a wounded heart), who had to get disappointed completely because there must have been no one who stood by me. Now, there must be various people (recently, I started getting used to calling them my friends). Everything changes eventually.
This afternoon, I went to the library to try to find the Japanese original version of Satoshi Yagisawa's "More Days at the Morisaki Bookshop" which an Indonesian friend had recommended to me, and found out they don't have it. However, instead of that, I found an interesting, very attractive book, Deven Price's "Unmasking Autism". I borrowed that soon. After that, even though I had a certain free time enough to do something (reading, taking a nap, or just hanging around on the internet) I couldn't concentrate on anything. So it goes.
This evening, I joined the weekly meeting on Zoom with my friends. There, a presenter did a brilliant presentation about the stars or the universe, and also various NHK (the Japanese public broadcasting station) dramas represented our life figures. I have found that there must have been the vast tradition or the space beyond my small, poor imagination by his tender talking.
