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Interaction Diary

20 January, 2013

Since leaving my sister’s house after dinner at 10.30PM Friday, my interaction diary contains the following entries:

Saturday, 8.30AM – To launderette. Didn’t speak
Saturday, 2.00PM – To B&Q to buy a new heater. Thanked counter staff
Saturday, 4.15PM – To cinema alone. Spoke to other customers to confirm the ticket machine in the carpark wasn’t working. Bought my ticket.
Sunday, 11.00AM – Went outside to throw old heater in the bin. Didn’t speak.

Friday, 10.30PM to Present, ongoing – Countless and constant communication by text, IM, facebook, twitter, email, WordPress.


From → Blogging, My Head, Writing

  1. Tin Woman permalink

    Plenty of my days and nights have looked like that as well

  2. TheOthers1 permalink

    I don’t have the privilege of minimal interactions. Someone is always calling or stopping me to talk. There are times I’d like to talk to people less.

  3. I had plenty of weekends like this when I was living alone. Most weekends I talk only to Mr. Weebles and that’s only because he’s here and I can’t avoid him.

  4. Sounds peaceful….

  5. Hmmmm I think your days are filled with delighted mystery and you don’t want to share and make all of us feel mundane!

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