My life continues being boring at the moment. I wasn't call to volunteer for the Eurovision; I had to expect it. Tomorrow it will be my last day of work. And everything goes on as always.

This week I met a new guy at the university: I've been cheeky and asked him to pass me his notes of last lessons, since I wasn't able to follow them because I was at work. He was very kind and sent them to me without blinking an eye. I asked him also the notes for next lesson and without hesitation he said he will do it. I was amazed by his kindness, so I decided to sit next to him during the lesson and to get to know him. We just chatted a little about university and how the exams were going, that's it. I just hope to be able to see him again this Thursday, I'm not a fan of solitude and after the pandemic I wasn't able to make friends at the university. I don't even know his name, I didn't ask.

This weekend I did some gardening, it was my very first time doing it and I liked it so much that now I would like to buy another plant. I just re-pot two fat plants, nothing so special, but it was fun handle the topsoil. Probably next week I'll discover if I did a good job or not.

This weekend I also met some friends and it was nice. We just had a tea break at their place and I eat their chocolate cake: it was delicious. Then we went out for a walk in a park nearby and we chatted a little. It has been a really relaxing and nice afternoon, but still at a certain point my mind just zoomed out and suddenly I felt like a spectator of my own life. It's difficult to describe the sensation I felt at that moment, and the problem is not for the language I'm using, I would struggle also in my mother tongue.

I'll try to explain it as simple as I can: I felt like I was living so much in the present moment that it felt like I was playing a part, a role of some kind, and suddenly I felt an urge to escape from all that and go back home. But in the end I had fun with them and the time passed by quickly, so I was confused by my own sensations.

Maybe it was boredom, maybe it was social anxiety, or maybe it's something else. Who knows?