Sweet dreams

   There is a list of things I rarely do, only out of necessity, almost never 2 or more in the same day; If I happen to do most of those things during one single day, it definitely means I have an important exam the second day and I am trying to lose time in a different manner than studying, since the more I study, the more I realize I won't be able to catch up with everything, therefore the more nervous I get.  1. Clean. Clean everything. Floor, bathrooms, bedrooms, living room, kitchen, wash clothes, wash clothes again, wash the same clothes again; Clean the FREAKING house down as if tomorrow you are going to get married in that house or Barack Obama will be paying you a visit. 2. Run a freaking 10 K. I have a weird relationship with exercising, meaning that I don't always exercise, but when I do, I overdo it; Somehow, I think I am trying to cheat myself into believing that exercising for two hours in a day can make up for 6 other days/week of having the physical activity

  I know that you know. You know that I know. I see no point in hiding behind the finger. But maybe this is the reason why I keep on losing: maybe I keep on getting beaten because I simply cannot understand nor play this twisted game misleadingly called life. I cannot make sense of the bizarre rules: whoever lies the most wins the big prize. No broken heart, no tears shed; just forge yourself as many masks as you can, hide as well as you can and forget there once existed a simple person called "yourself".     Picture me, if you can - a person who not only cannot lie, but has never told a single lie in 23 years - but just know that if you simply cannot imagine such a person exists and instead you may choose to think I am trying to deceive you, I won't hold any grudge. Just to give you an idea, if you entered a room and asked who farted, I will not hesitate to answer, if it was me - and I am a girl. Once a co-worker asked me how many men I have dated and the reward for gi

Today I had a small weird conversation with someone I haven't spoken in years and it ended with him saying "this conversation was a mistake. You're having a toxic approach." Let me explain: all of a sudden this guy starts asking me how I had been, whether or not I was married, if I still lived in Romania or if I had moved abroad; And the fact that I simply couldn't ignore the following things and just keep a cool attitude made him say I was toxic: 1. He was speaking from a Fake Facebook profile, without really telling me who he was, because - quote - "it will no longer be fun!" 2. At some point in our lives (looooong time ago), he made out with two different girls  and he had to make a choice; the choice was the dumber, prettier and closer to him - NOT me, of course. 3. Everytime I see them around, I pretend I have forgotten something ( my brain, probably) in the total opposite direction and so does she. Let me make it easier for you: guy made a cho