Month: January 2017

An invitation to nowhere

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breakdancer on his head

I’m one of those introverts that would never attend parties. I hate them. There’s too many drunk people and too noisy. You can’t have decent conversation and I don’t like shouting and repeating myself. I’m glad I haven’t received an invitation to one. I did once but I declined. It was one of those “let’s get drunk” parties. I just never liked parties. Discos in school was a nightmare. My kind of fun is watching movies, listening to music, taking a walk and calm things like that. Some people might think that’s boring but that’s better than spend time with a bunch of weirdos who can’t have fun without alcohol. Parties bores me to tears. I like one on one discussions and especially when you have something in common with them which doesn’t happen very often. I’m not into dancing and the only time I do it is alone where no one can see. I embarrass easily and try to avoid invitations. There would never be any either since I don’t have friends to spent time with. They would probably just want to socialize and meet the opposite sex for all I know. People drain me and when I finally get home, I feel more relaxed. I like being alone in public places. Even if I like meeting new people, I still need time alone to rewind.

The best invitation is an invitation to nowhere. I would definitely go. I’m actually already invited myself to nowhere. To a world of my own. In a way internet is a place to nowhere. As long as you have internet you can go to places from your own home and you don’t even need any warm clothes on. Sitting naked in your living room or whatever you fancy and no one will know. If I never got invited anywhere ever again I wouldn’t mind. If I invited someone it would be someone special and someone I know well.

People who put invitations online is looking for trouble. Some have put birthday party invitations on Facebook and somehow it has leaked. Then hell breaks loose. Where are all those cards you gave to your friends that you made yourself? No strangers arrived and you could have a peaceful party. Now it’s all over social media. Nothing is sacred anymore. Even the slightest information is online. Then people whine about how their privacy is violated. I’m not invited any of you to my house (or flat in my case) The only time I’m inviting strangers is to my blog. Here anyone can come and read. Even those who send spam to my inbox. I rather not have any of those but we can’t all be choosers.

On the long run

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cyclers from the back

I hate running so I would never take a marathon. But if it comes to movies, then yes I’m up for one. People who run marathons must have great willpower training for one for months. I’ve seen competitions on TV and it really takes a lot out of the runners. Us normal humans, even getting off the couch, is a challenge. Some have never exercised in their life so they can’t understand how much time and effort it takes. The runners also need to think about the heat and what to eat. If running a marathon was easy, anyone could do it.

I can have a listening to music marathon. I could listen to different music all day and not getting tired of it. At the same time, writing or doing something productive. If you run, it’s just that. When you watch a movie marathon, that’s the only thing you do. In that you need to concentrate. I love all the Lord of the rings and The Hobbit movie, extended versions. One of these days I will watch all six of them. It takes forever and the only thing that’s gonna get sore is my eyes and back. I’ve watched them separately but never together. You need time to watch something like that. That’s part of my retirement plan. If I ever get that far.

Sometimes I have writing fiction marathons. One story at the time of course. Ideas comes flooding no matter what time it is. Once you start you can’t stop. There is times I’ve haven’t slept all night because I got so much to write. I don’t want to lose the train of thought. When I got into that world in my mind, even a little distraction gets me irritated. It’s difficult to get that mood back again. That was something my mother couldn’t really understand. That’s why I’m a writer and only writer’s understand the flow you sometimes get. Having so much thoughts in your head, your hand or fingers can’t keep up. That’s kind of marathons I take part in. Running? Nah, I rather do it in my head.