About mood swings, expectations and disappointment

Strange post, considering that I've just returned from a very fulfilling weekend. But mood swings are a tough phenomenon, anyway.

The first thing you can do is accept their existence. Things aren't always rose-colored in our minds and in our environments, so being in a 24/7 joy would be abnormal. The gravity of the feeling depends on the person though. As does the frequency.

One could stay there but I'm not a believer of easy solutions. Next step would be get over it. But not in the form of ignoring it. Getting over it, for me means learning to live with it and not letting it get you out of track. Having violent mood swings feels like walking on a thread. One false step and you're hanging upside down. But, with the right push from the people around you, you can do it.

As for disappointments, they've been a very frequent occurence in my life for the past three years. I could even say that the past year has been a series of massive discouragement. These might be tougher than mood swings, because they teach you not to expect anything, in order not to get hurt. And what life, what struggle can exist without expectations?

Anyway, I'm done with the foolosophy for today. Let's catch a glimpse of the weekend.

Strange days, wonderful days

It's the time of the season (beloved song whose lyrics are always around in this blog) when you don't know if you have to wear boots or sandals. You get mistaken again and again. You start running when others are walking and appreciating the things around you. Eventually, you crash against a wall. You live with anxiety, everyone does nowadays. But you have to slow down, because otherwise you can't think. And these are tricky days which need a lot of brainstorming.

Shorts and boots, concerts, festivals, madness, alcohol, denial, laughter, decisions, arrogance, fatigue, cheesecake, birthdays, photography, this is what my days have been all about. Next wish: inner peace. Tough one.

First things first

I've had my first tooth filling today. And a job prospect. And a gazillion things to talk about, as usual. But it's only gonna be questions today.

Are we happy? are we making ourselves unhappy? are we fretting over nonsense? are we not concious enough? Are we afraid? do we have to hide our desires? would it be better if we all got on the streets until the end? How do we approach people that have left our camp? how do we fulfil the void? is sex a matter of concern, or is it just a sentimental defect? Do we leave people or do they leave us, or maybe both? Do we want to smash the security light next door or do we want to put it in our home too? Who's sane anymore? In the end, is it better to dig around facts or to let them be? This could be an eternal list of cries of agony. But one can answer on his/her own. And thus, humankind still remains. We'll see

 

Sympathique

I recently rememberd my best date sofar. It was in a chinese restaurant, we argued over metaphysics and started dating three days later. Those were good days. But I don't really want to pout over them or complain about now. Being glad for your past but also over it is something that cannot be neglected. It's a big step towards mastering your fear. Because in reality you're chicken, as Holly Golightly loved saying.
If you've already decided the course of events, how can you live your life? So, cheers to tomorrow. To the unexpected. To not being chicken anymore. To akwardness.

 

About job seeking and other calamities

The topic has been quite recent on this blog because it's been quite recent in my life too. Imagine being an almost graduate of architecture school. And then put this in the context of Greece 2013, in the midst of crisis. Tough, huh? For the moment, I haven't found a thing. Truth be told, I also haven't looked all that much. But things ain't gonna be shiny, for all I know. I've made two kinds of CVs and I might have to make a third one. Hello hell.

It's kind of a nonsense post but I bet it's the start of a serie...   

Losing part of your tooth and of your sanity

Yesterday, part of my tooth stuck on a chewing gum and left to see the world on it's own. I was utterly shocked, particularly because my teeth had never shown any kind of defect before, no matter how badly I treated them. But I guess there must be a first time for everything.
These days have been...quite paranoid. Why are we all looking for the same thing, yet why is it so complicated?  

Shine on you crazy diamond

Cold feet

This used to be one of my favorite songs in my pre-teens. It was part of the music playing on waky fm, that is now long gone. I've discovered it anew when the age of the internet made it easier.
While smoking a cigarette, wearing my old sweater with a monkey on it (damn teenage fashion) and having cold feet I've realised that summer has indeed moved on. And here we are. Let's hope the best for tomorrow.

Finding a job is the new finding love

...and it's amazing (in a bad way) how those two things ressemble each other.
I was recently thinking that in every office I apply for a job, they'd prefer me as a client. The resemblance with "I like you...as a friend" is scary. Plus there's all the headache and the heartache and the rejections. I'm kind of a romantic, I won't object about that. But honestly, if my professional life gets worse than my personal, it'll be an achievement. And that's how little me understood crisis better than ever.

Nonsense

Do not accept it... it's fine but... you're waiting for something