There is so much to do, but I am so tired.

I often feel that I’m not cut out for science education.
No information sticks in my brain unless it is applicable or pertains to whales. My mind is rotted with whales and fish and pollution! All else is a bore. It’s really limiting.

Last night, my friend asked very plainly what I plan to do once I graduate. All I could say was: “Yeah, uh, that’s a great fuckin’ question. I don’t know.”

We sat in silence for a short while after that. They stared at me, probably waiting for an actual answer, but I just pondered as I looked up at the night sky. What does someone with no particular goals do with themselves?

“Next question.”

Yesterday was really lovely, though.
I read for multiple hours sitting under a tree. The Smallest Lights in the Universe: A Memoir by Sara Seager. It was a nice book, very relatable. I cried a lot. I rated it 4 stars ★★★★! Then, I began An Unquiet Mind: a Memoir of Moods and Madness by Kay Redfield Jamison. I am reading it to compile some notes as a favor for a friend.

I purchased a secondhand copy. The previous owner’s highlights are sprinkled throughout. It’s heartwarming to know this book was once held by another, but it’s also saddening to see the fragments with which they resonated. I wonder why they donated it.

I feel that you can learn more about a person through their book highlights than through their own words and actions…
Who do you become when you read in solitude???