Rainbow Child

And count the blessings from the week that’s just about to finish. Raul is particularly curious about them

• I’ve been a real cycle chick today: biked my way to the city centre wearing a skirt. The pictures I’ve seen with girls in skirts riding bikes didn’t show how the wind blows their skirts or how their skirts simply decide to go upwards. Funny feeling, but I couldn’t even care less
• it’s great having breakfast with a friend. Having breakfast with flat mates is also great, but it happens to often. Diversity is good
• oh, I can’t remember the last time I went grocery shopping with someone! Of course we ended buying a lot of girlie stuff (baking material, to be more specific), but I guess that’s the beauty of going shopping with a girl
• and this week and this week only, I painted my finger nails. They were purple. I did a sloppy job (I think it was my second time EVER) so I cleaned them 2 days later or something like that. My hands are too boyish to look good all dressed up.
• tea/lemonade with friends is sometimes all it takes to make me happy

Saturday morning pic.

Imaginary ionuca is putting her green blanket in her bicycle basket and is riding her bike all the way to Tineretului park. There she finds a nice quiet full of leaves spot, puts down her blankie and reads until noon. After that she rides back home, cooks a delicious meal, writes e-mails to all her far-away friends, cleans the apartment, sleeps for an hour and then she rides to MTzR to watch some movies. She returns home about 11, reads until 2 in the morning and goes to bed feeling that she made the best of this Friday.

Real ionuca will linger for hours in her room still dressed in her pyjamas. She will skip breakfast and have cereals with milk for brunch. She will then feel so very tired from doing nothing and will sleep next to the cat. She will wake up cranky and with a mild headache, will continue to linger in front of the computer, will be annoyed when her Mum calls and asks her about her plans for today cause she doesn’t have any. Maybe she will wash the dishes and take a shower. She will definitely read about 10 pages from a book, watch 4 or 5 episodes from House, linger some more and before she knows it the day is going to be over. She will go to bed being angry at herself for not doing something productive, for not getting out of the house, for being lazy. Next morning she will wake up and start all over again.

The end.

I really don’t get it why people frown when they see me on my bike. They look at me like they can’t believe their eyes: “OmG, is she riding a BIKE? And she’s coming in MY direction? How dares she!!!” Imagine how they would look if I still had my orange hair! People are not friendly at all here, not friendly at all.

Nu mi se pare normal, si nici sanatos, si nici corect, ca eu sa-i trimit un mesaj la sfarsitul lui iunie si el sa nu-mi raspunda. Si sa ma gandesc toata vara la ce face si daca ii este bine. Si sa vina septembrie, mijlocul lui septembrie, si tot sa nu primesc nici un semn. Si intr-o zi sa ma gandesc mult, mult de tot la el si in aceeasi seara sa ma trezesc cu un instant message de la el (“salut”). Telepatie sau ce naiba o fi asta nu trebuie sa existe intre doi oameni care au fost impreuna si mai ales in cazul in care unul dintre ei can’t let go chiar daca stie ca nu e nici normal, nici sanatos si nici corect.

Si mi se pare incredibil de ironic sa ai prieteni de care iti place. Oameni faini cu care te simti minunat, dar pe care nu poti sa-i atungi. Oameni cu care poti sa vorbesti despre orice si sa poti sa porti coroana de Miss Idiot iar ei sa nu se sperie si sa fuga, ci sa te priveasca cu intelegere si sa zambeasca zicandu-si in gand ca “o sa se maturizeze ea odata si odata”. Oameni cu care iesi in oras, cu care iti trimiti mesaje peste mesaje, oameni pe care ii ai atat de aproape si ei de fapt sunt asa de departe.

Iar stupid de-a dreptul mi se pare sa iti placa de oameni cu care te intalnesti de vreo 3-4 ori pe an. Si cand ii vezi sa se bucure, sa te imbratiseze tare, tare de tot, iar tu sa rosesti. Sa povestiti despre tot felul de nimicuri, sa iti puna mana pe umar, tu sa-l impungi cu un deget in burta si sa rosesti iar. Si sa vrei sa-l inviti la un ceai, o bere, whatever, dar sa taci ca o vaca in numele unei prietenii inexistente pe care nu vrei sa o “strici” si in numele unui principiu cat se poate de stupid (“eu nu ma bag cu forta in viata nimanui”). Asa ca va despartiti cu zambetul pe buze si sa va promiteti sa va vedeti mai des, sa va sunati si sa iesiti in oras. Normal ca nici unul nu va suna, stiti asta din momentul in care ati spus “pa, ne vedem!”. Iar data viitoare cand va intalniti se repeta acelasi scenariu, aceleasi imbratisari, aceleasi “imi pare asa de bine sa te vad”-uri, aceleasi promisiuni la despartire.

Ma duc sa ma inchid in casa si sa nu mai vad/cunosc pe nimeni. Mi-a ajuns.