When you look at yourself and all you see is a bunch of I-don’t-like’s, then you start to worry.
That’s what I realized recently. My definition of.. “me”, is many I-don’t-like’s.
What do you do when the stuff you hate are more than the stuff you love? What’s next?
Most importantly how do people find the will to “carry on” with all the shit surrounding them? Wars in middle east, flu, financial crisis, unemployment, Climate Change Conference at CPH a big failure, terrorism, religious fanaticism, racism, still no cure for cancer or HIV.
And then, the little things: Em didn’t go to India, Margit (yo) is still struggling with her personal life, Mel want’s a guy who doesn’t want her and another guy wants Mel but she doesn’t want him.
I MADE YOUR DAY DIDN’T I.
I was planning to write a “Guide to Positivity” post, but at the moment I’m not the best guy for the job.
Paris wore me off. All this royal luxury combined with the stressed, depressed, grim people. The gigantic chaotic stores. All the money. The never-ending UNDERGROUND. Living in Paris should be like 50% of your daytime in the subway. (Especially this subway, the most crappy subway I’ve seen.) I admire people who live in Paris. If I was them I’d been searching for a place to hang myself within about one WEEK.
And, now that I’ve arrived to Lille, a lot cooler and simpler, I’m sick. DAMN.
I CAN’T CATCH A BREAK CAN I.
I start to believe the answer lies somewhere at “Ignorance is a bliss”.
Fact no1: Smart people are never really happy.
Irrelevant Fact no2: After meeting some Lillois and Lilloises I am about to reconsider my opinion about French people.
Indirectly relevant Fact no3: My personal life is going down the shithole. And so does Margit’s (yo)
coming soon with:is it all about personal life?
And also: Happiness. Do you have it. What the fuck is it. An academic test for you to score your level of happiness.
Now let me lie in my 3 start hotel bed while watching the “Tour De Lille”.
