Tea Kettle (from Kenshi Yonezu's blog)
I like things that are just ordinary.
Once, when I was still in high school, I often enjoyed peeping in on the blog of this working adult who I didn't actually know anything about.
I didn't personally interfere with the blog in any way - I was just following it to observe the drifting of an ordinary life.
But after all, the days we refer to as ordinary often go by so smoothly, without any major undulations.
Of course, were it a story, it would make for quite a lackluster movie, with boring scenes abound.
But while I can't say for sure why - I really can't - I just like things like that.
Perhaps it's a similar reason to why I like ambient music.
A lack of self-interest, maybe. If the person writing that blog were anyone else, they'd have no reason to play the part.
Someone simply waking up in the morning, rubbing their sleepy eyes, and giving rough outlines of their future and past days.
And at the end of the day, they decide to share these things to reaffirm them with others. It's simple, but a compactly fulfilled life.
Thinking back on it, perhaps I haven't had much in the way of such ordinary-ness myself. You might say I'm some form of envious.
I didn't have any plans at all these past three days, and I couldn't really get my spirits up, so I slept the whole time.
I think I slept a total of two entire days during those three days. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration.
I actually sleep better when I'm depressed, though that could be considered a bad habit. Since as a result, my living habits get all jumbled up.
I also want to get in the habit of posting on my blog. But of course, I quickly forget about it.