And now, don’t worry, I know what my therapist will say:
The greatest damage rejection causes is usually self-inflicted. Just when our self-esteem is hurting most, we go and damage it even further.
Rejection feels like physical pain and Paracetamol is the cure for it. I know. And I also know that Rejection lowers your IQ. Yes, temporarily, but since I get it a lot… just don’t be surprised I act stupid. 🙃☺️🤡💃🏻
This weekend lots of kids got presents in ther shoes and I was jealous of every single one of them. Doesnt matter if it’s just a piece of chocolate, few clementines or a pair of new socks. Tradition says that Saint Nickolas comes on the night of 5th of December and puts something in every kid’s shoes. This is one of those moments/months when I miss home and my parents who would totally play Santa Nick for me! This is the 3rd year I am not home for Saint Nicklas or for Christmas…so I just went out to drink to forget.
The next day I found this:
Ps: I have an extra present that Santa Nick left for someone who’s busy growing up these days. Not to be rude, but it would be a shame not to come and get it 🎁
Have you ever played the cube game?
This was the moment when James got my attention tonight. I said no and indulged him to proceed into details.
So, there is the space and a cube in it. Deacribe the cube!
Well it’s a 2 apples size black cube floating … That’s it.
Ok. Now you have a ladder. Where and how is the ladder?
I see an old school ladder, medium sized like those treasure boxes pirates find in their adventures. This is one is sitting on the ground below the cube.
Hmm interesting. Now there is a pony in the space. Describe the pony.
My pony is a baby unicorn who changes its colors. Like cameleons.
Oh wow! Ok. Now the last questions. A storm is coming. How do u see the storm?
Well simply like a tornado destroying and taking everything up with it.
James did a quite cool interpretation of all these elements in my univers and that’s how he forgot I am not the hottest the girl at the party. I wanted to go to this birthday party tonight but I was scared to…so I was inviting anyone I found funny enough to join me for free champaigne with fancy people but since they all turned me down, I went there alone. If though I barely knew the Australian birthday boy and none of his upper class friends, I had the courage to show up wearing black jeans, rain boots and a white ripped tee. James even agreed that I looked like I just got off from work (which I did actually). Oh well. The night turned out to be way more interesting than I expected. Me and James played some drinking games, which I won, then we crashed a party in a club in a Church and then we ate carrots at MacDonalds! Haha. For real! Oh, and whenever he tried to kiss me I took his hand and dragged him to a very unconfortable friendzone. But hey, at least his best friend there said I was his favourite Danish person, even tho I was the least Danish at the party. Second Oh, there was this blondie at the party who we all said she is the hottest tonight, but who actually gave me the most lovely compliments I ever got from a girl. She said I had such a great an unusual attitude and I was quite brave going there in the beginning. Well I guess I was really undersdressed, but that didnt stop me having a great time! That champagne…
The non-danish girl!
Ps: check my snapstory if you dont believe me haha
Pps: Happy Birthday to my friends Morgan from Australia and Andrew from New Zealand! ❤️
Sună ca și un titlu din revista cosmo, dar azi dimineață a trebuit să răspund la un telefon care a început fix așa:
Ești pregătită să te îndrăgostești?
Am ezitat o fracțiune de secundă în care mi-au trecut prin cap toate momentele alea cu fluturi in stomac, dar am răspuns ferm și categoric fără să îmi pese cine întreabă:
Am dreptate. Ești vreodată pregătit pentru asta? Mai ales că e nu e niciodată la fel 🙂 Baiatul a insistat însă:
Pregătește-te să rămâi la Cluj.
La naiba! Nu plănuiam să-l mai văd vreodată după azi noapte. Eram pregătită de nimic, în niciun caz de “mic-dejun și plimbări în parc ca să ne cunoaștem mai bine”, de asta am și dispărut după ce i-am auzit intențiile.
Mă place. După cinci minute și trei cuvinte. Mă vrea. Sec.
Nu, mulțumesc. Am alte planuri.
Bine, te sun deseară!
Ce se întâmplă, doctore?
Tonight, I stopped my bike at the yellow traffic light. I speed up and fly usually, but this first of October was damn long and exhausting so it almost felt like giving up…
While I was sitting on my bike and dreaming of my cozy bed, a muzzy guy crossing the street came to me and shouted a big:
I got a bit scared and immediately started picturing ways to protect myself because, for some unknown reasons, drunk people act like I am a piece of meat. By the time I managed to open my mouth and say something back, he was right next to me. He spread his arms like in slow motion and gave me a short precise hug.
-I love you!
He said it firmly and then continued walking like he had a very definite destination. By the time the light was green I had a big smile and a full heart. God knows I needed that hug, the ‘I love you’ and the whole short event just as it was!
So thank you, muzzy stranger! This was a huge lesson of “don’t worry be happy and freaking LOVE! Even if that will scare the shit out of people!”
And also, stop at the traffic lights!
Oh well, I am 27 now. Yaaaaay…yay!
This weekend I had a bit of everything and I was so caught up in the moment I even forgot to take pictures. Damn, I think this comes with the age, right? So, Friday, 17th was my birthday and after 2 hours of pouring my thoughts and tears on papers, I decided I won’t do anything to celebrate, except celebrating every single moment the way I feel like it. All went good and according to my non-planned plans.
17 to 27
How did I get here? When did I grow up? Have I really grown up? I remember when I was 14 and I decided 17 will be the best year ever – because I will be old enough to look hot and young enough not to have adult responsibilities. Well, this is exactly how I feel about this coming year. I am 27, old enough to look really hot and young enough not to have too many responsibilities. I kinda have in mind to have a lot of fun this year, because probably I will get marry the next one. Well probably not, but hey, a girl can dream, ok?
A wise man said that a woman only needs Dunkin Donuts and oral sex. That’s not true. First of all, where is pizza and beer in this picture?! See? This comes with the age. The older I get, the wiser I am.
I used to be quite dependent and surrounded by people even when I had to take a piss or cross the street. I guess I had a weird handicap, but now I have one even worse: spending time alone and talking to myself. I kinda force myself to like me, to look into my deepest spot and squeeze something out of it. I am curious about me more than the guys I fall in love with and sometimes I look at my pictures or read my blog and I am like “who’s that girl?” It’s Jess! haha, no, it’s me and …weird thing, I’m one of the most interesting persons I’ve ever met. No, really, I know you don’t believe me, but it’s only me who know my entire shit and how I manage to get all that together. So yeah, pizza and beer is required!
So this is why and what I celebrated this weekend. I cooked myself a nice breakfast, answer all the messages and phone calls, dressed up, went to school, the post office, then I did a bit of shopping, I biked on my favorite places in the city then I joined some of my classmates for plenty of drinks. It was good talking with people who have the same shit going on: stress of exams, boredom of current jobs, bad luck in dating or awesome dramas. I found out new things about people I used to know and the sweetest thing was my crush came by. You know that moment when the guy who you always noticed on the hallways and never pictured yourself with because he’s out of your league? Oh well, turned out I am out of his league and now I can move onto the next one. Which is also sad, cause now I have to find another crush to dress up when I am going to school. Haha, maybe now I am too old for that shit. :)))))
Anyway, I really enjoyed my party, especially because of the guys who made me laugh and boosted my ego to the sky and back. Apparently school buddies only know one thing about me.
Danish Guy 1: The blog. We all know about your pink blog.
Danish Guy 2: Yeah, we all read your blog.
Me: Well not when I write in Romanian!
2 Danish guys: GOOGLE TRANSLATE! duh!
DG1: Yeah, so I read your blog every week!
DG2: I read your blog every time you post something because I get a notification about that.
DG1: Oh, ok. I will subscribe with my email so I will be notified too every time you write something.
DG2: I also share all the posts with my friends. But I only share with everyone except you, so you don’t see that I shared it!
DG1: Yeah, so we know everything about you and your tinder dates.
DG2: Yeah, and we are quite upset you never write about us…
Here you go boys. Now I know who my only two readers are. Thank you! You made me laugh my ass off and I deserved it. I make a lot of people laughing after reading my blog and it’s actually one of my biggest outcomes. I came home after a long white night of partying and having a good time and what do I find on my desk? Lovely flowers and a Danish flag. Ah, I am so gonna miss my roommate!
Thank you all of you. Those who were there, those who called me, those who made me laugh, those who wrote me lovely messages and those who thought about me. And most of all, those who are still here, in my mind and in my daily life.
Respect, peace and lots of love! ❤
ps: In Denmark they say that the weather on your birthday reflects your behaviour from the last year. I had an amazing weather until 6 pm when it started raining with sun still shinning and then 2 amazing rainbows popped out. Now how cool is that? I’ve been quite special. Don’t worry, the wolf changes his coat, but not his disposition. 😉
So all the Danes thanked me like I was the Queen. Figures!