Being an extravert is a strenuous job. It is even worse when you find yourself in a faraway foreign place. You might be well-travelled for all you like, but that won't make up for the lack of familiar faces. But hey, you think, there's people everywhere, right? if there's people, there must be listeners as well, although it does seem like those are gradually becoming extinct. So you have a look at the possible choices, find an unexpecting victim and prepare to charge. Then suddenly, to your absolute and utter surprise it occurs that the said victim works on a different frequency, bringing your attempts to vocalise your innermost thoughts to a prompt and mindnumbing end.

Having had one too many of these experiences, in my endless faith in people (what do you mean 'naive'?), I turn to different media of spreading the Word. Talking to myself is out of the question, what with all the looks I would receive from passers-by and the simple fact that it is a sheer sign of insanity and loneliness. And at that point valiantly comes to the rescue my blog. One, that I have neglected so badly for years, but also one that always takes me back with open arms.

And here I am. Wanted to say that I am happy. Just happy. Seems like the rough time of indecisiveness has finally come to an end and everything is finding its rightful place. Several occurrences have brought back the faith in this 'oh so savage' country and made me feel so much more at home. All's good and all's getting better. Vive la vie!


Listening: Battles 'Mirrored'
Reading: Terry Pratchett 'Going Postal'
Thinking: too much and too often.
Smiling: broadly.


P.S. Troche sie zagubilam w kwestii wersji jezykowej i serio, ale to naprawde serio, nie mam pojecia jak sie uzewnetrzniac. Opcja poliglota, zawszespoko.