Japan · Life

Keeping busy…

Today, I spent the day assembling IKEA furniture.  No easy task I tell you.  Some of the pieces were easier than others.  We had bought a shelf for our storage closet.  After I assembled it, I stood it up and the leg broke off.  Awesome.  Couldn’t that have happened before I assembled it?  What a fucking waste of my time.  Not like I’m doing anything else really, but my shoulder hurts again after all that.  However, I’ve found that if I keep busy that I don’t have to think about how sad and lonely I am.

I talked to Naru today on FaceTime, and I cried for a bit but then she managed to distract me by talking about Pokémon Go.  Then, the IKEA delivery came and I had to deal with that.  One thing I’m already struggling with is the dialect here.  Different areas of Japan have different dialects, so even though they are all speaking Japanese they have different ways of speaking.  I struggle with Japanese already, so this is just super awesome for me.  Sarcasm.

I’ve been thinking about something my friend Minako said recently.  I don’t think I’ve talked about her before.  She’s been in Japan a long time and like me she’s married to a Japanese man who’s married to his job.  She told me that she and her husband don’t have sex anymore.  I sometimes fear that’s where my husband, and I are headed since some times I have to beg for it.  Not to mention lately, I’ve been drooling horny.  I asked her if that bothered her.

“What can I do about it?” She said.

I guess she’s right.  If the man doesn’t want to have sex, I suppose there’s nothing to be done about it.  Unfortunately.

While I was busy swearing at IKEA furniture, the Aaliyah song “Miss You” came up on shuffle and my heart just broke again.  Especially, the line “Now you’re gone and I’m lost without you here now, but I know I gotta live and make it somehow.”  That pretty much sums up how I literally feel about everyone especially Motoki but except Nemesis.  I don’t miss her one bit.  Speaking of Nemesis.  Her dad just moved to my new city, so she’s all like “I’ll come visit you.”  Oh god, please don’t.  I’d rather hang  out with a sack of potatoes.

Anyway, plugging along.  Still sad.  Trying to keep busy.

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