Enter 2016

On 48 hours I’ve managed to leave house twice (for food, chips & ice cream), watched 8 episodes of Game of Thrones, listened to Spotify Weekly playlist three times, had two dates cancelled (All odds on the Wednesday date will happen AND rock – insert anxious smiley!), been drinking 3 liters of thea, 0,5 l coffee, smoked NO cigarettes (hence the ice cream), drinking NO alcohol (hence the chips and date cancelling), had NO showers, NO workout (sucks), looked at 3 job offers, researched apartments in Sydhavnen which led to a search on houseboats, which led to giving up on finding new apartment. Cleaned the bathroom, told roomie to quit smoking in apartment (hence the apartment search failure), connected with the french roomie, talked about men with coffee date in my kitchen (we both have a date with a guy called the same on Wednesday – what’ya know). All in all a very quiet start of the 2016 – it could have been.

Before all this, I’d been drinking 5 out of 7 days, smoking the same amount, working, eating, sleeping but also had a work out – Oh, AND arranged three dates!

I will refrain from the obvious “should make new life goals” outburst. But I should though.

(Hah, I have a category that’s called “The one” – should I reuse when the new “The One” or just delete?? Hummmm…)


Re-Turn Re-Run 2015

So… With trembling hands, and a minor anxiety attack I am behind the computer to write again. Different reasons for being so, the return that is 1) Finishing my thesis, had me feeling nauseous of keyboards, now 6 months later I miss it – the writing, not he thesis! 2) Life has been turned upside down, and I constantly find my self going through it in my mind, as blog posts.

So here goes what might be the longest blogpost (or shortest) ever made from author behind.

Let’s use bullits. For the 2015 that went:

  1. Survived and finished thesis with an admirable grade. Succes! Even though counselor had me answering “I don’t even know what our findings were – nothing I guess”. I am still contemplating that one..
  2. Survived break up with bf through 5 years. During thesis writing that is. But I guess that helped me through it.
  3. Met a guy, had him move in for a month, then his friend (and my colleague, I’m not that crazy). Fell in love with 1st guy ( I think, still not sure) but he did made me rebound from break up, and then later made me loose my mind during the whole summer.
  4. Tried to see if fuckling others would minimise loss of mind. Partly a succes.
  5. Had a threesome!
  6. Had a lover.
  7. Did that thing I can’t really talk about, but will reflect upon later on in this post.
  8. Started working in the wine bars again.
  9. Had a semi depression.
  10. Started working out (working that ass and them abs – why do you look better in your 30’s than in your 20’s? Cause you need it more?)
  11. Made peace with at at least 3 of my manly relations, who had been messing with my mind (all in 24 hours, I’m awesome!)

So the reflections following these events, can also be narrowed down to bullit points (isn’t it lovely).

  1. I spend waaaaay to much time adjusting my own well being to matters and definitions of the men in my life. Solution is spending more time on me and myself, being maybe a bit more ego centered, while tile staying open and curious (hence the date for the fires time ever, planned to night). But most def, loving the soothing company of my own. After all, I would love to date the man version of me, but will have to settle for just myself for the time being.
  2. Your identity connects a lot to relationsshipstatus and education (job), and altering the both of these, will make you feel a loss of identity. Solution is not to panic, not to sleep all day and get depressed, but look at fucking opportunities and deal with your new label of “Single & educated – dont know what I am doing”. Life goes on, make the most of it.
  3. I need to find my passion in life. 2016 goal.
  4. Sex feels absolutely empty with out feelings, but still, can be extremely good. No fucking on first dates from now on?

Sun is shining, a moment I can’t let pass by in these dark winter times…

A return, a rerun, lets see if this is something that will help me get a hold on crazy thoughts, so I can keep my mind.

 

 


Girls-hanging-out-with-dad’s.

Days passes so quickly! Which is good when it’s during the week, and horrible when it’s during the weekends. But, at last, Friday it is again. Slightly hungover from a girls-goes-to-bars-with-one-girls-dad-and-get-f****. Or at least a bit beyond the tipsy stage. How great isn’t it, to hear my girlfriend, and later her sister, constantly saying “Dad, no! Don’t do that”. It cracked me up, and made me happy how that family maintain so close bonds, being able to drag a dad along with 5 girls on bodega’s and cocktail bars, him having a blast, being rebellious. And then the great part how some guys passing our tables made a loud enough, for one of us to hear, commment, on how awful it was to see these girls sitting with that old man just because he gives them beers. Hah! Two sides of one story.