Rainbow Child

Every Saturday morning I go to the market. Although I seldom cook, I need to know that I have fresh vegetable in the fridge. So we went shopping and on the way home I saw a woman who was selling blueberries, or so I thought. Anyways, I bought a bag of blueberries (she confirmed they were the right fruits) and went home.

I put the groceries in the fridge and proceeded to wash the blueberries. When I tried one I was shocked to find it had a core. Wtf? I tried another one: didn’t taste like a blueberry and it still had a core! I was getting angrier and angrier. I called Mum, told her about the core, about how they look like blueberries but they’re not, how that woman lied to my face and sold me something else! She laughed and told me that what I had bought are some cheap good for nothing berries. FUCK!

So I grabbed the bag and stormed out of the house. The anger had now reached its peak, I was literally fuming! I got to the lady who sold me the blueberries and we had a surrealistic talk:

- Hello, can you tell me what berries are these?
- Yes, they are ???berries.
- But I specifically asked you if they were blueberries and you said yes.
- You can make jam out of them or liquor!
- That’s not the point! I wanted blueberries and these are not blueberries!
- No, they’re not.
- Then why did you tell me they were blueberries?
- Have you tasted them? They are good! You can make jam out of them or liquor!
- I WANTED BLUEBERRIES!

In the end she agreed to give me back my money and I gave her back her fucking berries. On the way back I calmed a bit but I still can’t get over the fact that people would do anything for money. Or maybe she was just deranged and thought that I just wanted berries, no matter if they were blue or not… And again, I am so pissed that people think they can fool me. They look at me and probably see a teenager and they think that I don’t have anything to say, that my opinions don’t count, that they can fool me and I won’t do anything against it… I should lock myself inside cause I hate what’s going on outside!

Well, Vio came and went. We didn’t get to spend very much time together and I’m a bit upset about that but in the end it’s still OK: we got to talk late in the night, something which I hadn’t done in a very long time. I think I give the impression that I care more about my friends who are far away, which is not true. It’s just… well, I don’t get to see them often and when we meet it’s great! We have so many things to say to each other, so many stories to tell, so much gossiping to do Even if I don’t meet my friends who are here as often as I’d like to, I know I can count on them and we can always meet when we feel like it so that thought comforts me.

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Finally, something good is going to happen: Vio is coming over so I’m taking days off from work. I can hardly wait to wake up at 10, cook breakfast, have a nice cup of tea, plan our schedule for the day and then explore hot Bucharest. I’ve promised myself I’m going to make the best out of these free days and hopefully I will.

Talking about free days, since I’ve been working at my new job I’ve been taking days off every month! I either had to go to Germany or go home or I simply wanted one day off from work. As(s) my boss doesn’t really like me, he doesn’t allow me to work from home like the rest of my colleagues. I know that most companies don’t let you work from home (only when they make you work in the weekend) but if this company allows it, why the fuck can’t I do it? My colleagues are really nice, some of them are awesome people to have around, but this thing with my boss really drives me crazy. And no, I can’t talk to him about it because he’s not that type of person. Anyway, enough about him.

I am such a couch potato! I said I wanted to explore the part of Bucharest where I work but every day when it’s time to go home that’s exactly what I do: go home. No walking around, no looking at beautiful houses, no nothing: I jump on my bike, then take the tube home. I stop to buy (water)melons and when I get home I eat big portions of them and afterwards I feel sick. I can’t pull myself together and make the best out of my free time. I think I need some pills that kill laziness.

My mum is right. Sometimes (most of the times) I behave like I am savage, as if I were raised in the woods. I’m not socially handicapped or anything, I simply don’t like to make a big fuss out of interacting with others. I got used to the idea that people come and go and I don’t lift a finger to make people come and then I just sit doing nothing while people go.

I don’t think I am a loner, I think I just don’t know how to hold on to people. And why should I? I mean everyone is free to come and leave how they please, why should you hold on to them? You get to tell people so much about yourself and then you never see them again so what’s the point of going through that phase anyway? I went from going out with many people to being all by myself and it wasn’t that pleasant. Now I’m mostly by myself and it’s fine. Acquaintances are nice, friends I’m skeptical about.

Oh my, oh my, how times flies when you’re doing nothing!

I want to smash the phone when the alarm rings every morning at 7.
I want to sue the heating company for providing water that’s colder than my body temperature instead of hot water.
I want to attack with my book the people who get too close to me on the tube.
I want my skirts and dresses not to go up when I bike.

I want this weather to bloody decide already if it wants to be summer or autumn so I can dress accordingly.
I want rain boots not to be so expensive, it’s just plastic anyway!
I want to be able to save money.
I want to be able to speak German. And to learn Spanish.
I want to actually do something (with my life). (But I don’t know what.)

Inertia, baby, it’s all about inertia!