Monthly Archives: April 2017

The value of being alone

I’m sitting on the steps next to the palatul naţional eating a magnum ice cream cone and drinking seltzer water. 

Geographically speaking, I am generally without human interaction during my spare time. Although, when you have two dogs I don’t know if you can really say you’re alone. Animals being living beings and all. 

For the purposes of this post, I’ll focus on the whole human to human interaction bit. The hot fiance is on another continent and skype makes it easy to see each other everyday and we are in the same time zone, so our schedules are similar. But, when I leave the comforts of home to go to a restaurant or other things, he can’t come with me. 

We have been apart for two years on May and there were alot of times I felt trapped in my house living in a foreign country with not alot of the language and the hot fiance in Pakistan.

So when I came to Moldova I tried to become more comfortable doing recreational things alone. And I’m generally happy left to my own devices anyway. I just needed to transplant that happiness to activities outside the house. 

Now, you may be saying, “why don’t you just make friends.” And my only response would be that I have some aquantiances and I enjoy them on occasion, but I would wager that fifty percent of the ability to make friends is having a demographic that fits your own available to you.  And even if it is, I’ve never been a friend magnet anyway. 

I’ve strayed from my point, but learning to do enjoyable things on your own is a good experience. You are the only person in your life that’s never going to leave. Figuring out how to enjoy your own company is not a bad thing. Going to restaurants or events alone isn’t as scary as you think it is. Sometimes you might feel like you are being judged, but really no one cares.

So, have an adventure. 

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You don’t like my resting bitch face until you need directions!

As you my have discerned from the title, my resting bitch face (RBF) seems to cause people to have a philosophical explosion with helpful little quips like “smile,” or “why do you look so sad?” 

The lovely little thoughts I have regarding these little jewels of advice can only be described as rage induced murder daydreams.

Although whilst I was traveling, I was asked for directions several times. Considering that RBF is a lifetime condition I have made the following determination:

You want me to smile until you are lost as shit then you want someone who looks like they know where they are going.

Except I WAS ALSO LOST. HA! You have been bamboozled by my faux self assurance.

I was only 50% lost. So, because RBF doesnt make me want to intentionally mislead you, I helped you out.

Because people RBF are capable of a myrid

Also, we are probably better at poker.