"You happiness is intertwined with your outlook on life"

Just doing a little procrastinating until I have to pound out a 5 page essay tonight.

I was planning on reading an excerpt from Octavio Paz's Labyrinth of Solitude at an open mic-night reading in Toledo tomorrow. I lent this book to a friend because I felt like he would be interested in the chapter that I was planning on reading from. Turns out, he took it with him to the reading last week and read from the chapter I was planning on reading from. So now I would feel like a total moron reading from the same thing at the following reading. As I don't have anything else specifically planned, now I don't feel like going.

This is kind of distressing, because of mostly how upset I felt about this. Nothing of mine was stolen, plenty of people have read this essay before, I'm sure that there was at least someone there who had as well. I wasn't breaking any new grounds reading an excerpt from a fifty year old essay. I was the one who wanted my friend to read the essay because he was feeling depressed about being alone, and reading the "Dialectic of Solitude" was pretty introspective about it.

Moral of the story is that I'm distressed that I'm distressed about this. Yet, I might just opt out this week, and shuffle through my books and find something else worthwhile.