Memories from the Afternoon Music

Because there are a lot of people all the time in the local coffee house favorites, i chose to visit the nearby crepe cafe near our house for an afternoon of studying and casual reading. I was listening to an audio book after having put it aside for later reading, but now and again, I would stop and listen to the music played in the background. The afternoon's playlist is a Beatles album.
The Beatles are one of the bands Mama listened to, and one of the first CDs she bought in the late 90s. When many of my age were solely fans of current day bands, I listened to the Beatles because it was Mama's music, and I really like listening to things.
On the summer I had first listened to the Beatles hits, Mama had a portable CD player (like a Walkman, but it played CDs) which I would play out through the night. It had rechargeable batteries which I would charge up every afternoon.
I had probably first acquired such a habit of listening to something to lull me to sleep because I had such anxious evening thoughts. Later I grew into a habit of falling asleep to movies, setting the TV to sleep after some hours. Of late, I have been wanting to get rid of this habit of playing a movie/TV series on the background since it is sometimes counterintuitive to the goal of falling asleep, not only for me, but also to roommates. I find it harder though, to shake off listening to something to fall asleep.

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Translated Awkwardness

Social interactions seem very tricky to me. I find it harder these days to respond to the customary "kumusta?" But then again, perhaps it had always been quite hard for me. A wall erects within my mind, composed of 10 statements on the matter, all at once. Which one would I be best able to elucidate? Is it merely the fact that I don't have a ready answer to such a question? Perhaps. But it also may be because I lack a level of social graces that keep me afloat and keep me honest at the same time. Social interactions are a charade, to some extent. They keep things pleasant and organized between people but they sometimes become a sham, with no honesty. I don't prefer my state, where I leave a conversation hanging often for longer than I would like, but I can say I have no filters when it comes to such things. Conversations with me end the way they do because I have nothing more to say, and I can think of nothing appropriate to gently ease out of the interaction. How painful it is to be aware of this fact and then come back later in thought for something that would have been better to say or do.

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