Unimportant Late-Night Rambling

The air smells of wet wool and apple-scented Dawn. Yesterday, I made little beads out of cat fur. Yes, I felted cat fur. No, I'm not sorry. Today, though, I am attempting to create a flower—not with cat fur, there isn't enough of it—with strands of pink and black wool fibers in wispy layers.

If you didn't know, felting is when you use water, soap, and friction to mat the fuck out of some hair...basically. It smells and it's really messy. If you are not me and you are good at it, then you can shape your felt into some pretty neat stuff. I hear you can even make hats and stuff; this seems like a dream to me, but who knows what the future holds.

Regardless of whether or not I ever get to make a hat I will still pursue my strange hobbies because they are fun. And if you are reading this and thinking, "I'd really like to try out X, Y, or Z, but I really don't want to look like a weirdo..." Well, I encourage you to try being a weirdo for once, as long as your strange hobbies aren't hurting other people. Pursuing weird things can make your days a little more amusing and we deserve to be amused by our disgusting art projects, etc. since our time here is so short. And when I die I hope someone felts little flowers out of cat hair and sticks them on my grave, that way everyone who passes by can feel a little uncomfortable and a little more alive through that feeling.