How To Meet People In Big City or What To Do When Left Behind (ex-Tired Of Being Taken For Granted).
They say you should not give people second chances when they screw it up ugly. But that would only mean… we’re all doomed to go to hell, since ALL have screwed things badly at least once in life.
I thought more about this when people around me started all-of-a-sudden changing. I write mainly about how I feel and give large amounts of space to analyzing my emotions… it’s like therapy sometimes. But now I want to write about “them” who made me feel discouraged, as I still can’t get past the evidence.
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*&$^&^*^#$#*(&(#^ … for losing part of this post! :(
Do enjoy, if you want. I’m still gonna mourn the loss ’til dry.
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I always thought that friends were meant to stay forever and always be around you when you need them. Until I lost them, one by one.
When one’s had my share of soar happenings, all they can do is withdraw from life and isolate on a remote isle, for days and weeks, and months, and ages. Or… start networking on a daily schedule, with a full agenda.
Either option, YOU choose. No one can push you to stay clear as well as no one comes to take you by the hand and get you to meet people. As wide as Bucharest is, the only possibility is to shout from the rooftop “I need friends!”. I wouldn’t recommend. :D
Sooo, we were left at soaring and mourning over the loss of friends and bitter finding out that those I called “true” are true no longer. Hey, but… shite happens! ;)
I’ll get over this as soon as I find whom to share my ice-cream with. No biggie!
In this blessed world there are always OPTIONS: Y!messenger, hi5, blogs… you name it! They say the Internet is a huuuuuge database. You only have to google. :) Truth is… I’m not that kind. :D I like to live and learn in flesh. Virtuality (virtual + reality) is NOT my middle name, although I spend large amounts of my time among pixels.* ;)
I’d rather use this tool as a prelude to an ice-tea face-to-face on a nice cozy terrace, somewhere downtown Bucharest. I know one I worked on last weekend, just perfect for an escapade. :)
You know what?! Writing IS therapeutic. I even lost my anger on the subject. Changed title, mood and style. Even the paragraphs are more relaxed. I smile, and that’s just fine for me. Life is pink! O.K., it’s starting to get weird. Better get a grip and get back to Earth while early. :)
See ya @deBufet for a soda! ;)
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*Not only the GREEN ones.
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