Rainbow Child

I don’t believe in the new year. Actually, I don’t believe in the concept of ‘year’ anymore. Who says that on the 31st of December is the ending of a year and on the 1st of January the beginning of another? Huh?! Why keep track of time? Why? I’d be happier not thinking that I’m getting old, not biting my nails that another year has gone by and actually nothing really happened. Just go with the flow, people.

Who else here can ruin a beautiful mauve pair of pantyhose the day they buy them? It’s like my true self is trying to tell me to stick to the jeans…

It was my choice. The other option was staying at the countryside with my parents and visiting aaall my relatives there. Nope, I can’t deal with that anymore, I don’t want to. My close family is ok – 2 uncles, 2 aunts, 3 cousins, 1 “cousin-in-law”, 1 nephew and 1 nice. I can handle them and I actually miss them when I’m in Bucharest, but the family at the countryside… well, it was nice up until I was 15, but then we just grew apart. It’s normal. I visit them once, maybe twice a year and that’s all. Those “how are you?”, “when are you moving back?”, “do you have a boyfriend?” questions are so stupid and I totally loathe them, so why would I want to hear them repeated several times in one day? No, thank you! Of course Mum was a bit angry that I left before aaaall my relatives got a chance to see me, but tough luck.

I hate spending nights over at friends/relatives/whatever. I have MY room and MY bed, why sleep elsewhere? I like visiting them, but that’s about it. As for sleepovers at my place, well, people can pop in anytime they want. So, yesterday, when I got back home I felt sooo good. Yeah, back home. It didn’t matter I was all alone – I watched SATC all evening, drank red wine, ate that incredible delicious cheese with pepper (pepper is my new obsession ^_^) and then read a bit and went to bed.

I think that my scrooginess during this time of year comes from the fact that I don’t feel Christmas anymore. How could I when there’s no snow, you don’t see people caroling on Christmas Eve and everyone just stuffs food down their throat and that’s all? I kind of miss the traditional Christmas we had when I was a kid, back at the countryside. But you can’t turn back the hands of time, can you?

Anyways, all’s well that ends well, and I have just one more week here, then I can be my antisocial self without everyone thinking I’m just miserable.

Fleeing from the crime scene

And this is how disappointed I am when there’s no more tea in my cup.

Old crushes don’t live anymore where they used to so it’s ok for me to take a look at a certain balcony on the 4th floor.

Old friends don’t mean anything to me anymore so it’s ok to pass daily by their block of flats.

Old lovers’ cars are parked in front of their apartment and I just smile when I see them.

Some other old friends are as fun and incredible as always.

How this fucking years simply go by and how people just disappear out of my life one by one.

*Radiohead – You and Whose Army