Playing with the Italics n° I

There is a tool I like and use a lot because I feel it can make myself understood, even with things that I cannot explain with words though it can be kind of contradictory: italics. Let's see how it goes.

There have been so many changes lately, that I have been thinking a lot for days on how to make this post. I told you some months ago on my introduction post that I am that kind of person who needs a diary because I forget eveything, including ideas, or I just don't know how to develop them completely. I tend to overthink everything, thus I think more than I actually do, and I like to have everything under control. Just one of the many flaws I'm totally aware I have.

People have troubles in life and things get out of control very often, it's inevitable; but I tend to "drown in a glass of water", which is the spanish version of making a "storm in a teacup", or just the way Shakespeare would say: "much ado about nothing"; instead of going directly to action and solve things fast. The problem is that I naturally can't feelsee many things as "nothing's" and that's why I prefer the spanish version of this idiomatic expression, because it approaches more to what and how I feel things.

I am quiet, that quiet person you see on the bus looking at the window with a lost gaze, and you don't know if I'm just "daydreaming or carrying the weight of the world" (a very cool John Green's description for that kind of people), but I must confess that I like that feature.

This month I have been traveling desperately. But just the fact of moving and experiencing new spaces helped me a lot, as it usually does!. Though I wasn't very active here on Steemit due to this feeling of tiredness of being inside the existential vortexthe routine I was, because I'm a pessimistic and an introverted drama; I realized some things by just going out one afternoon to see an old friend in the city I was. He had such a optimistic view of things though this crisis that it made me rethink several things, gave me hope and made me feel better, but most important: I knew, one more time, that perspective is everything.

This city is well-known for its beautiful twilights, and after a month in there I feel glad that I can concur. It's impressive how just one little walk out, seeing the sun set, a nice chat, a beer and a night walk around the city can make you feel completely different regarding a situation, how just breathing some fresh air and feeling how the place changes as I move step by step could change my mood and my will. There are hidden opportunities. I gotta keep fighting, not only against any situation but against myself, while I still have the pink glasses on.

They call it "the city of twilights"

So, tell me, do you know what I mean?