Supreme Overlord
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
- Pronouns
- he/him
Hi everyone,
As the title indicates, a dear friend of mine was to arrive in Eastern Europe on the third of May; he'll be there by now, if all has gone well. He's excited and nervous, perhaps even anxious from what he sounded like, about it, and I think that's what drew me to type out this rambling mess of words. It's a business trip, a really big one for him, so I do wish him all the best. He's helping some old rich guy with the legal matters of property purchase, which sounds both exceptionally boring and yet more exciting than anything I've ever accomplished.
I don't have specific details, but his journey is meant to take him to the Carparthian mountains --somewhere around Moldova, I believe. I've never been to the area, but there are probably some picturesque locales he can visit if his work allows. I'm not going to say I'm jealous of his opportunity here, but the travel does sound appealing. The magnitude of his business does strike me as incredibly nerve-wracking though.
Anyhow, I guess I'm not sure why I'm telling you all this, except, I guess, that whatever anxiety he has -- or that I perceive he must have, for which he'd be well within his rights -- must have infected me, and I can't help but, I don't know, worry, maybe, about this. That doesn't sound quite right either. It's the thing where it would be so incredibly nerve-wracking, though. It's just getting to me.
Maybe you, or some of you, here will understand and commiserate. Maybe I'm just typing into the void. In any case, thanks for reading and listening and caring, or for not.
As the title indicates, a dear friend of mine was to arrive in Eastern Europe on the third of May; he'll be there by now, if all has gone well. He's excited and nervous, perhaps even anxious from what he sounded like, about it, and I think that's what drew me to type out this rambling mess of words. It's a business trip, a really big one for him, so I do wish him all the best. He's helping some old rich guy with the legal matters of property purchase, which sounds both exceptionally boring and yet more exciting than anything I've ever accomplished.
I don't have specific details, but his journey is meant to take him to the Carparthian mountains --somewhere around Moldova, I believe. I've never been to the area, but there are probably some picturesque locales he can visit if his work allows. I'm not going to say I'm jealous of his opportunity here, but the travel does sound appealing. The magnitude of his business does strike me as incredibly nerve-wracking though.
Anyhow, I guess I'm not sure why I'm telling you all this, except, I guess, that whatever anxiety he has -- or that I perceive he must have, for which he'd be well within his rights -- must have infected me, and I can't help but, I don't know, worry, maybe, about this. That doesn't sound quite right either. It's the thing where it would be so incredibly nerve-wracking, though. It's just getting to me.
Maybe you, or some of you, here will understand and commiserate. Maybe I'm just typing into the void. In any case, thanks for reading and listening and caring, or for not.