Clinged

Whoa. Twice in a day posting here. I can't fool anyone though, the other post was written over 2 years ago! Truth is that I got the writing itch once more. Talk about the need to express yourself, huh?

Today I find myself not surrounded by the online-people that used to populate this blog with sweet comments. I guess that at some point of our lives we took different roads and fell apart. We were once united by the love for a pop band and, though we still love them, it just turned silly to be talking about a boyband at the age of 27. I have to admit that this band is still my guilty pleasure, though I guess it's also a way of not letting go of what I once loved to death and made SO happy (and also incredibly annoying!).

Nowadays people laugh when you say to them "I like the Backstreet Boys" (feel free to insert the name of the guilty pleasure of your choice). But hey, I'm not ashamed of that... I think it's brave to admit it instead of hiding it. I dare anyone around my age to keep themselves from singing a song like I Want It That Way! Who doesn't know that tune??

Anyway, back on the topic of old friends, despite the fact that I still see what they are up to thanks to the wonderful world of Facebook, I feel like I don't know what to talk about when it comes to them. I know so much about them and yet.. something is missing. It's mesmerizing the fact that it's almost been 10 years since I first started talking to most of them and I wonder if they miss the old days sometimes.

I dislike the fact that I'm sometimes too attached to what happened instead of what could do. Clinged to the past instead of the future. I guess it happens to everyone from time to time. I hope.

Maybe all these thoughts are coming to me out of some sort of melancholy because I'm moving out. Maybe because I'm now single after a rocky relationship. Maybe it's just because I'm getting older. Or maybe only my way to be. Who knows?

Posting is love

Note: for some reason this entry was between my drafts, not sure why! Bear in mind that this was meant to be posted back in 2010. I've only just seen it and thought it was a good idea to post it anyway. Hope someone enjoys it.


Hello. This is my blog.
Yes, I've been neglecting it.
Yes, I could have posted something.
No, I can't promise to update it more often.

Thought I should post the awkward answers first to avoid any kind of late confusion! Life gets in the way, I guess. I've been busy living it -or sailing through it, one could say?-. Since I tend to make a yearly post here, I guess I need to full recount of what happened. Not only for any potential readers [I doubt there are any left anyway!] but also to keep it as some sort of journal. Online journal, for that matter. Re-reading old entries I can remember so many things about my life, how I felt, what I did and didn't do. Sometimes it feels good, others I want to smack my head real hard for being so silly! But in any way, it all resumes to helping in the process of growing up.

Let me set myself in January 2009. It's been a long time.
I had just started working at a new place -where I'm still working, by the way-, I had many many things to learn, and a casual relationship with the Danish guy who used to be my boyfriend. Quite a start for the year.
It turns out my relationship with this guy wasn't as casual as I pretended it to be. I was deep into it and had a hard time when he went back to Denmark. I remember seeing him in all things around me, even the stupidest ones. A movie poster, a song, a street corner. Everything reminded me of him. It was crappy, but like all things it faded out and I realized that he wasn't as perfect as I had pictured him and neither was our thing. I'm not saying I wouldn't give it another try given the chance. Maybe it wasn't the best moment for any of us, we were both in the middle of our student-lives and weren't willing to get out of them that easily. We weren't up for any kind of formal commitment anyway so I'm sure it was better this way.

Once he left and I stopped seeing Danish visions everywhere, life kept moving on. My lovelife remained quite boring but I believe it was better that way. I was far too busy with university and work as to spend time overthinking about any new guy. Of course, I have eyes. But that's a different topic. All those days without a boyfriend really paid off, since I ended up graduating in December! This is an Accountant speaking. Erhm.. typing. Whatever.

Being free of my student-duties must have done something really good for me because I changed. Very much. Well, maybe it wasn't a change. Maybe it was more of showing up my real personality, which apparently I've been hiding for some weird reason. It all started one night, some time in August, after my birthday. I randomly met this guy named Ben. A good looking Australian. A surfer. Hot. Do I need to say more? We went out a few times, but sadly he had to leave sooner than planned. I would have thought that his departure would bring bad memories from the time when the Dane left, but it wasn't that way. I was a bit sad, yes. And bummed about him having to leave so fast. But it passed. We still keep in touch tho and there is a promise of meeting again, eventually. So I'm counting on that. Should be fun!

Anyway, after my brief encounter with Ben the Aussie, it all spiralled.. up or down? Who knows? I hope up. Something about me must have really changed. At least in the way people perceive me now.

Only God knows what new adventures next weekend might bring!