Just clicked around Tumblr for a bit. Looks like I have quite a few followers! Thank you, you are all wonderful people.
Also, 95% of you seem to be cute girls.. hmm. I should create an email address so that you can tell me when you come to my country. So we can have coffee. (But probably I’ll just get beaten up or something.)
Do ya’ll even use email? It seems to be an old people thing to do.
When you have a soulless boring corporate-job one day, you’ll have an email address. But most of you are from eastern Europe I suppose, so you will take your job seriously but not too seriously. Do you know what I mean? You gorgeous people.
I have readers!
When I was a child I and two friends ran a school paper. But there was another one already, so there was competition. But unlike them we made up all our news. So it was more entertaining and we sold quite a few. We also had a deal with some company, and we put free advertising CDs on every issue. This was a genius marketing move, until people found out that the content of those CD-ROMs was worthless crap.
Anyway. Yes, you should also start something. While your friends watch stupid TV shows or get wasted, you should be working on something. Something little or something big.
Here’s old guy advice.
For one, don’t stare at your smartphone all the time. It will make your neck stiff and you will be killed by a bus, because the driver was checking his Twitter.
But don’t fall for the tourist-traps. For example: You can get up to Big Jesus in Rio for free if you don’t mind some climbing and wild monkeys looking down at you from the trees. I tried. And in Japan you don’t need a hostel room. You can just sleep in an Internet cafe. They have lockable compartments with comfy couches. They have showers there, too. And Internet. Things like that, be creative. Couchsurf, why not. And always negotiate the price for everything else. Especially in countries where it doesn’t get cold at night.
Ha. I’ll go to Turkey soon. It’s probably where they invented negotiating. I will learn from the best. I will bring back a fake Rolex watch. And cheap Kobe Bryant basketball shoes.
Just had a talk with a friend who commented that in Croatia all these very young women are pushing baby strollers. He wondered why that is.
In University by accident (Once, I opened the door and she kissed me, mistaking me for somebody else - on the cheek though) I had a relationship with a married Romanian girl. She didn’t have a child, but she got married when she was 18. To spite her parents. And to move out.
Later I met a Bulgarian girl who left home almost exactly the day she turned 18. She engaged on a voyage that could be made into a movie, including crime and whatnot, just to finally settle down in Germany. I have written about her before.
I have more examples, but the point is, that perhaps there’s a strong urge in young people to get out of home and into the world. I think especially in girls. Boys in those countries made a less, shall I say, independent-seeking impression on me.
I respect people that go after their goals, instead of munching off mommy and daddy until they finally leave university, and home, at the age of 30. I have no time for these people.
But of course there’s more. There’s femininity, the desire to hook up with a good guy and be a good girl. Perhaps I have no idea what I am talking about, but this is just my experience and interpretation of events.
There’s probably also the libido. Call me even shallower (even though I think it is the opposite of shallow), but eastern european girls are much more passionate.
On my last trip to Romania I had the best first kiss of my life. I can’t imagine drugs being better. The passion, horniness and loveliness of it was amazing. Compare that with some German girls I kissed.. Man, I can’t even compare that.
Perhaps it’s just my genes that match up better with EE-girls, though.
I wrote before that I don’t want to get married. But if I did, I am 100% sure it would be a girl from these parts.
Btw. My next trip is going to be Turkey. Finally, I am going there. Any of you been and has any tips for me? (Is it even possible to comment on Tumblr? I don’t know.)
This weekend I’ve been invited to go to the boat expo in Düsseldorf and we also spent the evening partying in town. My verdict: It’s a great place to have fun! (In Germany.)
The people are very different from Munich, Berlin or Hamburg. It feels almost as if going to another country. Perhaps it is the proximity to the Netherlands, who knows. They are very talkative and talk to you like you’re an old friend. Especially over beer.
They drink those small beers (0.25 litre glasses) and if you finish one, you immediately get the next one unless you put your coaster on top of the glass. We had a lot of these last night.
I’ve been told that Düsseldorf people are “superbly shallow”. The guy who explained further said that it’s very easy to find someone to drink and have fun with, but one should not expect making new friends easily.
I don’t know. But if you plan a Germany trip then include Düsseldorf and it’s many bars to your itinerary.
In the past I used to get sad or even slightly depressed in the winter months. My productivity was low and I slept more. I gained weight each year.
This year is like last year. No depression, whatsoever. High productivity, normal sleep. I’m actually happy most of the time, I don’t need anything particular or anyone particular around me. I am a happy, smug guy.
The workout. Moving heavy weights 3 times a week. I am sure it must be it. It’s just impossible to feel sad when you see your biceps grow bigger and the weights you can lift get heavier.
Sad? Bored? Too fat? Go to the gym. I promise you will feel good. And it will stay with you if you make it part of your life’s routine.
A few weeks ago I saw a Facebook update of my ex girlfriend from 10 years ago. She just got married in the United States. I am happy for her.
Today I woke up because my phone rang. My ex girlfriend from 2 years ago asked me something about a little business deal we are having and then told me she just got engaged.
Wow. I had to swallow for a second.
I am a little bit envious for this guy that will marry her.
Of course, I wouldn’t marry her, because as much as I like (and love - now more in a platonic way) her, we never got along on some key things and our relationship ended with endless fights and disagreements. It was truly like we were from different planets. But at the same time I always have had great respect for her.
You know, as a guy, you meet a lot of women. Most are plainly not for you. They are not your type, and you are not theirs. Or there’s some friction with regards to lifestyle and expectations. Some don’t even behave like women. They are basically annoying men in female bodies. Others are idiots.
I am lucky to have been able to date some great women. And she is one of them. And this is why this guy is lucky.
Despite the fact that we eventually did not go along, let me write up the things that are great about her. And I’ll just list it as a blueprint for what makes a great girl.
Here we go:
She is feminine and expects a man to lead her and protect her, as well as offer her emotional support. But she despises a whiny man or a man that is more emotional than her.
She is in great shape because she’s been doing sports since childhood. She’s competitive when she puts on her training clothes, but stops to be once she takes them off again.
She is smart, understands things that require me to really ponder them, almost immediately. And she has great insights on abstract topics and an opinion on important issues. But she will not push that opinion on others, but have it available when you ask her.
She absolutely loves and enjoys sex and has no hangups about it. For her it’s an expression of life and happiness. She loves to fuck with great enthusiasm.
She likes just the right kinds of music and books (and even can explain exactly why).
She cares about others and is giving. She often puts the wellbeing of friends and family above her own and is always there when you need help.
She is very reliable. I haven’t met many people that absolutely and definitely stick to all commitments they make. If she says she will do something it will be done. Period.
She works hard. She doesn’t expect anything to come from others and has learned to rely on herself. She still needs other people to feel good, of course, but she doesn’t expect anything for free.
She wants to be a mother.
She loves to travel and easily connects with strangers. (Which has led to all sorts of interesting adventures in the past for me.)
She’s smarter and better educated than me and unless some unlikely thing happens this girl will put her stamp on this world and, I am sure, make it better in small or big ways.
Those are the things why I consider her fiancee one of the luckiest guys there are. He will have a wife which is one of the best people I have ever had the pleasure to know.
I am a little bit melancholic about it, but mostly I am happy for her. After all, we are friends now. We recently talked about the realisation that we are much better friends than we ever were a couple.
I just came back to pick up a few things from my old apartment. And to throw away most of the rest.
Here I lived. Worked. Slept. I have lost contact with most of the girls that have slept with me on this bed. I am still keeping in touch with one. Perhaps I’ll ask her if she wants to grab a coffee before I leave. After all, I am am moving considerably far away now. We can catch up on stuff. And I want to give her the apartment keys. Since I am keeping it for a few more months, she can do whatever she wants here. Have friends that visit sleep here, perhaps.
They say it’s easier to leave than to stay.
In a way that is true. New adventures await those who leave, and for those who stay it’s often the same old.
My new apartment, in the new city, is perfect. Spacey and bright, but most of all: In a superb neighbourhood. The kind of neighbourhood I’ve always wanted to live at. In a city that I consider superior to this old one.
But still. The old city has it’s good sides. There’s good people here. Friends, that I will miss.
But you know.. I think our happiness also depends on which city we live in. And not just a little. But to a considerable degree.
I never felt that this was the right city for me.
It was like a good looking trap. On the surface it has everything one likes, and more. I am talking about Munich, and it’s a nice looking, very safe place. In summer, the beergardens are nice. In winter, the mountains are near. (If you haven’t tried skiing, try it. It’s great.) Countries that I like very much, most notably Romania and Croatia, are closer. And, the airport is fantastic. But that only matters to travel-addicts I suppose.
The trap is that it’s still not the best place to live. Not when you are young at least. Maybe not even when you are old. There’s many small annoyances. There’s a different mentality than the place where I am from. And, for what it’s worth, there’s not enough good bars. :)
But mostly it’s the folks. Now, I don’t want to bash Bavarians. They are considerable nice folks. Hard-working, too. But there is a quality about them, and I can’t really put my finger on it (at least not without sounding like an idiot), that I dislike.
Perhaps it’s just me, who has grown up far away. I am just used to different people.
I am excited about going away. In winter I often felt low on energy, a bit lethargic. The days are just too damn dark for a guy that is powered by sunlight. But not this time. I feel charged up. I want to do things, handle my business, shake things up.
2012 was a good year. Bad things happened, sure. One thing in particular really made me think. Like I had to sit down and think it through. But that was valuable. I feel like I filled a gap in my judgment and in my worldview. Besides that, I have reached all my goals I have set for myself in December 2011.
This year my goals are continuing on this path. I feel that I have put down some groundwork. And you know, if you work hard on yourself then it’s likely that a time will come where you can earn the rewards of your hard work.
I won’t slack off. I won’t go easy on myself. But I’ll make sure to get a healthy amount of sleep every night.
And, looking around my old apartment now, I will make sure not to amass as much stuff.
For example. A few years ago I dated an au-pair from Russia. She was a wonderful girl and I was sad when she left. When she did leave she gave me some strange decorations for my apartment. I never liked them, but I kept them. For sentimental reasons. I will throw them away now. These things are meaningless, even though the memory of her is beautiful. I wonder what she is up to nowadays..
Yep, lots of stuff can go. We are not defined by the things we own. I want to own less. The fresh start in the new city is a perfect time to start living by this rule.
I do not know who you are, anonymous reader. But if you ever considered moving far away then consider this: Why the hell not this year?
If you think that would make 2013 awesome for you, then go for it.