Until proven wrong...
...I am always right.
Björn came home tonight and told me that he wouldn't be going to Sweden after all. He had just turned his Stockholm job offer down.
"Why?" I asked. "Last I heard you were looking forward to going to Stockholm."
Yes, he mumbled, but apparenty that was before some other things came up.
"Like what?"
He replied by mumbling something about going home to Denmark instead, that he "might have a job there".
"We'll see in five months or something, and maybe then... "
Completely disregarding how deprivingly sad this affair is, it just made me want to laugh, because all it tells me is that I was right all along. I knew Björn will never get away from here. He'll just keep whining about how boring the job is and how he is too poorly payed - and believe me I've heard that a lot - but he won't do jack shit about it. He won't even say yes to a good job offered to him on a plate because of the "things that might or might not possible come in the future". Fuck if I know what he's waiting for. His next life, maybe.
I am not even trying to be cynical, but that man is so sad. He'll just sit there in his room and play the next five years away playing WoW and then wake up one day when he's thirty-nine not even realizing he has settled a long time ago. He has no goal, no aim and no purpose.
What he needs is somebody to kick him in the balls and shout in his ear, "Wake up! This is life!", but hell if I am going to do it. He's a grown man and after having lived with a man who apparently has no problems sleeping in a bed without sheets for months and on top of that fully dressed and then walk to work the next morning in the same outfit, I have no need whatsoever to play his mommy in any way.
I just want to get the fuck out of here. Preferrably yesterday.
And to be honest, it is a bit of a relief to know that I won't have to run into him downtown when I go home.