Rainbow Child

[promise I won't take any more pics while biking next to cars]

The first bike ride this year was awesome! Not, it was more than awesome. It was more than words can say. I went to a hypermarket outside Bucharest so no nice things to look at on the way there, but that wasn’t important. What mattered was me riding my bike, the sun shinning from my left side and the huuuuge smile that was on my face all day afterwards.

I have big plans for my Buttercup – I want to change all the old and bad components and I want to give it a makeover: it’s going to be sky blue with orange and mauve dots. I just hope I find a bike shop where they will agree to take all the parts off the bike and then put them back on. That’s something I don’t want to try at home

I’m having this springish feeling and I hope it won’t fade until the real spring is here, cause it makes me happy and, goddamn, I haven’t felt this good in a very long time.

Uneori, din ce in ce mai des in ultimul timp, imi pare tare, tare rau ca sunt fata si nu baiat. Ca sunt mai slaba de felul meu si cu fata de copila de 17 ani. In unele zile mi-as dori sa fiu un tip cat un dulap. Sa fi mers la sala de cel putin 3 ori pe saptamana in ultimii 5 ani si sa imi lipseasca cei 7 ani de acasa.

Asa ca atunci cand m-as plimba linistit cu bicicleta pe pista de biciclete si un dobitoc care asteapta autobuzul cu un picior pe pista m-ar impinge pentru ca probabil am trecut prea aproape de el nu m-as gandi de doua ori inainte sa ma dau jos de pe bita, sa ma duc la el si sa-i trag vreo 3 pumni in fata, inca vreo 3 dupa cap si un picior in burta. Iar apoi m-as urca inapoi pe bicicleta si as pleca mai departe ca si cum nimic nu s-ar fi intamplat.

M-am saturat sa fiu agresata pe strada si singurul lucrul pe care sa-l pot face e sa-l trimit pe respectivul in pizda ma-sii. M-am saturat sa incerc sa fiu civilizata si sa nu-i deranjez pe cei din jur cand cei din jur se comporta ca ultimele jeguri. Nu mai pot sa stau cu mainile-n san, dar ce naiba pot sa fac in cazuri din astea?

Sunt asa de scarbita, pff!!

• the wind was so bitchy today that by the time I got to the first stop I had tears running down my cheeks. How pathetic I felt wiping them off
• I have to start wearing my winter clothes cause otherwise I’ll freeze to death on my bike. Yey to handmade scarves and to thick gloves!
• today a man parked his car on the bike lane and when he saw me coming he apologised. My faith in humanity has been restored…
• …or not. I’ve just read that they’re not letting us have our night bike walks anymore. It’s illegal, they say. Fuck you, I say.
• today I forgot to eat my cereals, brush my teeth, take my camera with me and I was waiting for my tea water to boil but without turning on the cooker. I’m getting old.
• my master classes are finally starting this Friday and I already have some translations to do. I’m so excited about this! I’ve been idle for way too long.
• my colleagues are sooo nice! We even went for tea today. I think this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship
• if only I had a part-time job… *sigh*
• I thought I was over with having a soft spot for the wrong kind of people. Guess not.
• I can hardly wait for the Kumm concert on the 30th of October! It’s gonna be epic!
• getting up early in the morning is something that I can’t do anymore. And I don’t want to do it never-ever again.
• the only thing I like about cold days is that I can stay indoors, eat oranges, read, listen to depressive music and not feel guilty about any of it.

A friend told me tonight that I’m the director of my life’s movie and that I can edit, cut, delete all the scenes that I don’t like. Applying this principle, here goes nothing:

I hate rainy days. I hate autumn because of the rainy day and of the cold weather. But having a bike makes everything so easy. I felt so good riding my bike today. There were, like always, many cars but nobody honked at me this time. And I guess the bad weather scared the pedestrians away cause the bike lanes were unexpectedly free.

I’m not an explorer: I take the same route day after day after day and I don’t get bored of it. I know all the stops, all the holes in the pavement, I know the favourite places of the people who park their cars on the bike lanes. I’m best friends with this road.

I’m always thinking about a lot of stuff while biking and today was ‘I-miss-Vienna‘ day.  The music made me even more nostalgic. I think Stefan would be proud of me; I’m not jogging, but at least I’m getting some exercise I wish I could go back there just for a few days.

But after I met my friends I forgot everything about my nostalgia. I took my bike to the third floor of a beautiful old apartment building and put it on the balcony. I’m afraid of leaving it outside. I haven’t had a girls’ night in for quite some time now and it felt great being there with them. I laughed so hard my tummy hurt Maybe instead  of isolating myself when I feel down I should do exactly the opposite: go out more, meet more friends, spend quality time with people that really matter to me ( <- NTS).

Nothing compares to biking next to Tineretului Park during the night: the park is completely empty, it’s just me, the smell of trees and the music. For a few minutes nothing else mattered. Then, before I knew it, I was back home. uRMa was waiting for me in the hall, the room was warm, the tea is great.

The deleted scenes:

Dogs running after me, barking and trying to bite me.

The idiot who intentionally bumped his shoulder into mine and then laughed. It hurt and I almost fell off my bike. Next time something like this happens can I call the police or should I throw a big stone at him hoping I crack his head and then make a run for it?

I’m trying really hard to be a civilised biker, but sometimes I feel like I’m losing it and all I want is to hurt the people that hurt me. I can kick and spit, I can yell and curse, and one day they will make me stoop to their level and do all that. Some people are scum.

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