feeling like i've accomplished something. whether it's painting a picture, playing a song, or even actually finishing my homework for a change, i enjoy being productive. i just wish i could motivate myself to do that more.
i also enjoy being with (a small group of) friends and having in-depth conversations with them, or even just a nice string of banter. i enjoy kitties and hugs and cuddles and art, creating it and observing it, and being a part of something larger than me. i enjoy music and poetry, weird dreams, and being recognized and acknowledged as a real person, with something to say.
tea in the morning, coffee in the afternoon, hot chocolate in the evening.
vegetarian home-cooking, apples, peanut butter.
stepping inside a warm room when you were just outside in the cold.
the atmosphere of a foggy lake by the woods at midnight.
the myths of the iroquois.
collar bones.
movies that make life seem more dynamic than it is.
watching people, knowing people, defining love.
those moments where you realize that everything you're worrying about doesn't really matter.
getting wasted and regretting nothing.
dinosaurs. rawr.
video games. finally beating that one part that kicked your ass for so long.
that feeling when something finally just clicks.
philosophy. understanding.
optimists.
irony.
and i could go on.
i enjoy all these things. i just need to learn to appreciate them more. let them triumph over the not-enjoyable things. stop wallowing.