Tomorrow will be the day a legendary Japanese author Yukio Mishima passed away. Today, I started reading one of his masterpieces "Confessions of a Mask". The more I enjoy this incredible novel, the more I find how the narrator (probably Mishima denies that they can't be him) shows his funny/pitiful figure because he has been divided by his brilliantly smart brain/intelligence and animal desire. I shouldn't write about this anymore, but I want to write my own "Confessions" by following his style, even though it can become a sort of [censored]. I'm sorry...
TBH, today, I received the previous job coach's LINE message, which contained her honest, sincere essence. I want to write about how we met at an antique cafe in this town and started collaborating/organizing a self-help group with our mates. However, every day this is the limit of what I can do. I just work as an employee of a company for four or five days a week (even though I work six or seven hours a day), and in my free/private time, I read books and write this serial journal.
I worked early today. About today, I just had to experience a really painful event in my private life. All I can write is this: I never want to blame this event on anyone else. Just I decided the thing about this with my fault, therefore I have the responsibility on my shoulders. And, this decision I had made was enabled by my friends in my real life and on the net (especially, on Discord, MeWe, and LINE). So, I just want to say thanks a lot.
A pleasant, happy piece of my personal news. Today a woman and I have made another friendship on Discord. Already we've been friends on a chat group about movies on LINE, however, she registered into Discord and sent me a friend request. Of course, I accepted her. As you know, life can never be so sweet for us. It often shows its severe face and even tries to bite us. But as a R.E.M. song expresses, sometimes sweetness follows, even though it might not be so often.
