Sitting in the apartment, listening to the builders drilling or whatever it is they're up to. Will go and inspect in a bit, but it makes no difference.
Again, the feelings of fight or flight come to mind. A friend from Belarus has plenty of trades, some could make money. However, I am unwilling to follow them up here, as the people I deal with on the ground cannot be relied on. Pretty much everything I ever ask is ignored, so without support I'm just some guy in the city with no language. Why should I even open a deal to them? Just a waste of breath.
Spending too much time browsing social networking sites. There's a horrific 'car crash' quality to watching how people play out their lives through these sites. Two friends have just had a public argument over the course of a couple of hours. Fortunately, they saw sense and deleted the comments before the night was over. I have been known to look back through my past comments and remove a few from time to time. Not really necessary, as who would be interested enough to trawl through them. Having said that... I have myself done that through peoples' statuses in the past. Kind of a guilty pleasure; ex-girlfriends, girls I fancy (or once fancied) and enemies are the favourite objects of this cyber-voyeurism. Don't do it so often, as it feels like a sin. How many people do it now though?
Mixed feelings about UK. There are some lovely people there, whom I miss very much. Unfortunately there are also a lot of complete wankers, people who I don't care whether they live or die, so long as I never have to see them again. They abound, and that reason alone is enough to keep me away from there.
Maybe if I bought a place in another county, nearby but far enough to be out of sight, and left people in UK thinking I'm still abroad. Hmmm. Or would it only be a matter of time before even the new neighbours became just the same. I need somewhere with land, and a decent pub nearby. Possibly on an island.
The stalker phoned and texted yesterday, trying to arrange a meeting. I did not respond. She pissed me off by gatecrashing on Saturday, then wandering around my apartment as if SHE were the hostess. On 4 occasions when I was talking with a girl, she butted in to talk with her until I walked away. The final time I was trying to set up Bluetooth with a chap to pass a file, and I just put my hand in front of her face and carried on talking. I had had enough of this simple rudeness. When I emptied my washing machine, her sister insisted on helping me, even though I told her not to. I like to do my own clothes, it's another form of therapy. While she did this, she kept telling me how I needed a woman about the place to help me with all this. I was polite but firm. I told her sister I had a girlfriend, and she seemed surprised. Of course she was 'cos the stalker has been telling people we were an item. I had to explain to 2 other girls on Saturday that I am not involved with her - both of them were amazed. Then, when I decided I wanted to go to bed, she offered to kick everybody out of the apartment. Sure she wanted to do this - to demonstrate that it was hers. I refused her kind offer, and made sure she was NOT the last to leave. When I commented about the mimes on Facebook, she had to add her own comment, publicly to demonstrate her involvement. I deleted my original comment, so her reply vanished too.
No further word from the one I do want. Maybe she'll appear unannounced and surprise me. Or e-mail me from Los Angeles and surprise me. Whatever she does, she will surprise me. Just so long as she doesn't disappear. Please don't disappear.
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