Confession #2

This is not the first blog I have, so I have experience with the opinions people form about me. They usually think I’m arrogant, cold and distant. I’m not charming online. I really can’t be charming online. I can if I chat but not if I write. 

In person, I’m great. I’m charming, tall and clumsy. I laugh a lot and hug a lot. I’m not equipped for online interaction. I know I should be. I am that generation but somehow I missed that part of growing up. I didn’t develop my online personality. 

Confession

I have a morbid fascination with serial killers. 

I want to experience the world. Not to travel. Never actually wanted that. Just to live as many different places I can. 

I want to experience the world. Not to travel. Never actually wanted that. Just to live as many different places I can. 

I kind of have a thing…

for reviving old traditions. 

This year, I’m making Christmas card for every one of my friends, at least close ones. 

I’ve never been on date.

At least not a Hollywood-candles-roses-romantic kind of a date. I wouldn’t be able to be normal with that kind of pressure. 

Life lesson #1: Be yourself

I learned I have to be myself. I’m always myself. I have 1000 versions of myself. 

Why then even try to be anyone else? 

(kidding.. lesson is: "It’s easier to be sarcastic then to worry about who you are.")

Living in the past

I don’t have Internet (that’s why my posts come in waves and are not continuous).

I don’t have television.

I don’t have money to buy newspapers every day. 

I have radio from 1960s. 

Result: I don’t know what’s happening in the world or in my country. I’m ignorant in the sphere of current happenings. 

I would like to snuggle.

And I have to travel back to Rijeka. I don’t want to. 
When is that teleporter coming to the market? 

And I have to travel back to Rijeka. I don’t want to. 

When is that teleporter coming to the market? 

Something I don’t do…

…is, definitely, talking about love in terms of my emotional state. Don’t be afraid, I do have feelings and emotions but it would be quite amazing to be Lt. Data. 

I know I should elaborate thesis but I’m lazy at the moment. Some other time. Pinky Promise? 

I should have been a MAN.

I’m pretty smart. I’m tall. I’m sometimes funny. I play guitar (badly). I dance. I trained sport for eight years (of course, in male version I wouldn’t be playing volleyball). I don’t drink. I’m good with words (when I’m speaking and writing in Croatian). I read (could be present or past… I’m still deciding) lots of books. I make great coffee. I know lot about art…

Oh, wait….

When I come to think about it, I would be GAY. It’s better for me to stick with being straight, isn’t it?

I think my temporal asexuality ran its course.

Literally, FUCK it. :D

I have a problem

I have a problem with saying that I have a problem. To be honest, I never actually poured my heart publicly (like tumblr or similar to it), but if I have a problem, it stays my problem. When I solve it I talk about it like it is something really funny.

My mother says that I have trust issues and that I have emotional problems. But does mother still know the best? :D

Preparing for…

arrival of my father. He’ll get drunk and talk nonsense for three days that he’ll probably won’t be sober. 

This is his vent and I have to survive it. No choice left. 

Feeling pitiful

I’m officially junior. I’m 21. I feel like 13. I have more than 200 stories and poems to read. Barely any is good. I need to study. I’m happily single. Yet, I’m worried I forgot how to make out (using tongue for anything except talking is completely abstract at the moment). I don’t even want to think about sex. I need to make a web page. I need to get up early in the morning and start doing something, preferably reading. I need to write a letter. But nothing is happening in my life. At least nothing worth mentioning. I need to unplug. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. 

BATTERY LOW. Damn, brain shutting down. More luck tomorrow.