One month... feels like a year!
This is kinda wierd. Sometimes it feels like time's flying but others like I still have to wait for a year to leave this city... It's a very strange feeling, combined with happiness and absolute panic.
I went to have a beer this evening with Junior. We talked a lot about how disappointed we are at many things, you know, the city, lack of money, same people, same story... Nothing happens in this goddamn land! Beers don't taste the same. I can't sleep at night and in the morning I don't want to get up. It feels like I'm working my ass off for nothing, you know? I mean, am I not leaving within a month? So why should I care? I just don't care anymore. I haven't for a long time but now it's unbearable.
I think things will be better the moment I get to SP, because it won't be the actual thing but it won't be POA either.
I don't know, just feeling a little melancolic before traveling. The anticipation is killing me!!!
posted by Fers Gruendling @ 11:28 PM
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The grass is always greener on the other side. I've been here 8 years and I came to think that everywhere becomes common place after a while. You come to see the negative side of things once the routine sets in. I also work my ass off, my commute is 2 bloody hrs, if it is too hot, the tube stops, if it is too cold or snows the tube stops (if it is underground, how come the weather affects the tube is a mystery me!) and you slide you way to the office trying to avoid the almost certain ‘on your ass’ landing as the 1 inch snow of last night becomes solid ice! You spend all you make, you don’t really have friends as they have mostly left or are too busy working their buts off as well. Work sucks, it always sucks. Overworked, underpaid, you’re wasting the best years of your life so you’ll have few quid when you retire, but then, you’re just too bloody old to fucking enjoy it. So you drink! How much drinking can you do to forget? How many west-end plays can you go in 8 years? How many bloody museums? You can run but you can’t hide, the boredom of growing up will catch up and will be so bloody miserable thinking of the years you did not enjoy because you’re looking forward to something that never arrived or you we’re too freaking busy at work to notice. Life’s is bitch, than you die! Whoever said it was on to something. Enjoy while it lasts….
Well, it means that wherever you are you won't be able to do the things you want anyway...
It also sucks having to take the overcrowded bus everyday with the constant feeling that someone is gonna enter and shoot you in the face, or at least rob the things you've worked so hard to buy.
Having to deal with people always with a smile in your face, not being able -just once!- to stand for something that you believe is better. Who wants someone that keeps talking and disagreeing with what they're saying? Let's just hire another sucker for half the salary.
And at the end of the day, when you think you will be able to do something other than just watching TV, you either haven't got the money or good options to go out.
The grass is always greener alright... but if you're gonna die feeling miserable anyway you might as well try to get to experience as much as you can.
sorry to bother in this family business, but I think that u girls are in PMT ( pre menstrual tension ) C´mon ladies, the bad things happens all over the world, but what about the flowers? rsrs EITHER!!!! so open your hearts, breath and shout: WHAT THE FUCK!!!! I´M A DAMNED FUCK - and in this moment, you press the FUCK button and release all anger, so u can smile. Life is beatiful, and if is not, u can buy glasses...
I hear you man!
Of course I know life isn't a bowl of cherries, but it can be very good if you make the best of it!
Every city has its ups and downs, problems are everywhere and you have to deal with them. Of course I don't expect London to be party 24/7 and loads of money rolling in, but I know I'll have many different things to do and I'll meet many different people! And I'm looking forward to that!
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