Back home
It has been a very, very long day -trust me.
Family (and not very pleasant )stuff involved which is not directly concerned with me personally, but it's very close to me.
So, I'm not going to talk about it in details -as being not my life, isn't really fair blabbering about it. Got up at 6.30.
Left home at 7.30.
Two very long hours and a half -more or less- sitting in a car, done what was needed to do, I saw the sea and I'm happy.
I also saw loads of beautiful shoes/bags, eyeng at me from the windowsof very expensive places, which reminded me how vain I am and how poor;.-)
Got back home a couple of hours ago, after other two hours and a half -more or less - of travelling by car...
I'm drained.
It has been a good week-end, though.
Went out with my best friend on saturday night - as Mr. Fraulein wasout with his best friend (who's having love issues )to see a free gig.
Had a fantastic Iranian dish for dinner and then we got into the carand drove and talked, then stopped by and got ice cream, parked the carand talked and laughed and then we drove again in the night. Hadcigarettes and drinkies at a local pub and...
Sunday was good as well, as I had Mr. Fraulein and his best friend at home for lunch, then we went to see La Giostra della Quintana (sorry English speaking guys, the site is only in Italian -basically is an historic tournament. Every year, in June and September, in my hometown, we have this XVII century re-enactement, which, I must say, it's very very beautiful! ;-) ).
My "rione" did not win, but still, it's always a rush of adrenalin to see the tournement.
Life life life...
So many things going on, the stress levels going up and down...
I've been very disappointed by one of my friend lately, one of my best friends, but, since I've known him for now 12 years, I've got to recognize his wild mood swings (sorry, Mr. Robert Smith if I'm using the title of one of your albums, but this is the best way to say what I need to say), the only difference is that I'm now sick and tired of running after him. Do not think I'm a bad friend, Au contraire, dear all.
When you spend 12 years caring, really caring for someone, sharing wild things, sad moments, happy moment, sharing a life of friendship and what you get back from this person is a "kick up your arse" followed by no phone calls for months, phone hunged up on my face when I tried to talk to him and ask him what happened (please note, he did this not just to me, but to his closest friends, who, until a few months ago -i.e. before he decided that he was "tired of us" , his words - not only listened to him, but did every-fucking-single thing to make him happy and such), well, I imagine you can understand how I feel.
The thing is way more complicated and long, still, he told those who were closest to him to fuck off (oh, and before someone asks, yes, we've been fucking good friends, we've nothing to regret or else. We've always been there. Always, and by that I mean even in the middle of the night, taking his phone calls, because he just wanted to talk to someone at 4.00 o'clock in the morning...loved and cared for. That's the way he "payed" us back. With your permission, I'm very sad, disappointed and a tad pissed off).
Yes, this time, I'm tired. He needs to understand that he cannot discard people as if they were kleenex used to wank off. Especially if there is (was) such a bond.
Evidently, I'm very naive and I tend to believe that friendship means something more than a mere "let's hang out for drinkies".
I mean, I love my friend, but I don't trust him anymore, as I later discovered that he hasn't been completely honest with me.
Maybe I'm immature, but I value friendship as something extremely precious, to an extent, more than love.
So, after having bored you shitless, I'm going to stop ranting abotut shtuff and I'm gonna go prepare myself a nice cup of tea and then straight to bed as tomorrow I'm going to be a bit busy.
Night people out there.
p.s. I'm gonna set on fire this fucking PC keyboard.
Family (and not very pleasant )stuff involved which is not directly concerned with me personally, but it's very close to me.
So, I'm not going to talk about it in details -as being not my life, isn't really fair blabbering about it. Got up at 6.30.
Left home at 7.30.
Two very long hours and a half -more or less- sitting in a car, done what was needed to do, I saw the sea and I'm happy.
I also saw loads of beautiful shoes/bags, eyeng at me from the windowsof very expensive places, which reminded me how vain I am and how poor;.-)
Got back home a couple of hours ago, after other two hours and a half -more or less - of travelling by car...
I'm drained.
It has been a good week-end, though.
Went out with my best friend on saturday night - as Mr. Fraulein wasout with his best friend (who's having love issues )to see a free gig.
Had a fantastic Iranian dish for dinner and then we got into the carand drove and talked, then stopped by and got ice cream, parked the carand talked and laughed and then we drove again in the night. Hadcigarettes and drinkies at a local pub and...
Sunday was good as well, as I had Mr. Fraulein and his best friend at home for lunch, then we went to see La Giostra della Quintana (sorry English speaking guys, the site is only in Italian -basically is an historic tournament. Every year, in June and September, in my hometown, we have this XVII century re-enactement, which, I must say, it's very very beautiful! ;-) ).
My "rione" did not win, but still, it's always a rush of adrenalin to see the tournement.
Life life life...
So many things going on, the stress levels going up and down...
I've been very disappointed by one of my friend lately, one of my best friends, but, since I've known him for now 12 years, I've got to recognize his wild mood swings (sorry, Mr. Robert Smith if I'm using the title of one of your albums, but this is the best way to say what I need to say), the only difference is that I'm now sick and tired of running after him. Do not think I'm a bad friend, Au contraire, dear all.
When you spend 12 years caring, really caring for someone, sharing wild things, sad moments, happy moment, sharing a life of friendship and what you get back from this person is a "kick up your arse" followed by no phone calls for months, phone hunged up on my face when I tried to talk to him and ask him what happened (please note, he did this not just to me, but to his closest friends, who, until a few months ago -i.e. before he decided that he was "tired of us" , his words - not only listened to him, but did every-fucking-single thing to make him happy and such), well, I imagine you can understand how I feel.
The thing is way more complicated and long, still, he told those who were closest to him to fuck off (oh, and before someone asks, yes, we've been fucking good friends, we've nothing to regret or else. We've always been there. Always, and by that I mean even in the middle of the night, taking his phone calls, because he just wanted to talk to someone at 4.00 o'clock in the morning...loved and cared for. That's the way he "payed" us back. With your permission, I'm very sad, disappointed and a tad pissed off).
Yes, this time, I'm tired. He needs to understand that he cannot discard people as if they were kleenex used to wank off. Especially if there is (was) such a bond.
Evidently, I'm very naive and I tend to believe that friendship means something more than a mere "let's hang out for drinkies".
I mean, I love my friend, but I don't trust him anymore, as I later discovered that he hasn't been completely honest with me.
Maybe I'm immature, but I value friendship as something extremely precious, to an extent, more than love.
So, after having bored you shitless, I'm going to stop ranting abotut shtuff and I'm gonna go prepare myself a nice cup of tea and then straight to bed as tomorrow I'm going to be a bit busy.
Night people out there.
p.s. I'm gonna set on fire this fucking PC keyboard.