Quote of the
month: “Expect me even more unexpected”
Songs of the
month: Michael Jackson – In The Closet
Hello my dear subscribers! Again, I am
sorry for the delay, but there were certain events this month that prolonged
the story of this chapter and they weren’t necessarily good events like I
thought it would be. Whatever, let’s begin…
Part I: This is the summer I always dreamt
of
Kicking of August was a bit weird because
all of my friends left to their own trips to Black Sea, and I had to stay
postponed until they would return. So I had to find new occasions to hang
around this city, luckily, Robert, my ex-colleague, called me and asked if we
could have a class reunion in the form of a barbeque grill, which I was happy
to join. I was a bit skeptical about this meeting because Alina was also
joining and we were still ripped apart after that scandalous fight we had in
April (see Chapter IV-Part 3). Nevertheless, I would still keep my cool, and we
would all meet at the RFC and take off first at a gas station then at the local
LIDL market for provisions.
Reaching the gas station, Robert
left me and Alina in the car alone while he and Ivan were fueling it up. Then
for the first time in 4 months, Alina opened her mouth to me and asked me if I
am still pissed off at her. I told her that she’s damn right I’m still pissed
because she wouldn’t say a single word to me all this time and prefer to let
this one slide away. She then told me that she is sorry for everything
(something I wanted and really didn’t expect to hear from her), and I forgave
her. After that we all went off to the camping spot. We had a lot of fun and
discussed about diverse subjects such as how many failed exams everyone had in
college this year (luckily I was clean this time). There even more teases about
me and Alina to get to second base, such as a bubble bee stinging her, and
asking me repeatedly if she was going to be alright, she spilling some juice over
her accidentally and asking me for some wet wipes, and Simona’s endless
innuendos to make me care for her. My respective responses to her after barely
accepting her apologies were the following: I calmed her up, and told her to
wash that stinger from her foot every day, I gladly helped her with wet wipes
and we ate all the food (since we were the last people to actually do it) and
to give everyone what they want, I kissed Alina later that evening on the
forehead leaving everyone else in a state of shock, and Alina in a shy yet
happy mood (yeah, ain’t that cute?). After the trip was over I would lead Alina
home and talk about our disagreements in the past, make a recap about
everything else we missed these past 4 months and laugh aside all those happy
memories we had together. In the end I hugged her and kissed her again on the
forehead, telling her to don’t be sad, and everything is alright now before
going home. Great stuff, knowing that one of my main tasks this summer was to
bury the hatchet with every remaining friend, and Alina was one of those people,
a little later I would also reconcile with my dead-ex (not now guys) and forget
about everything, and move forwards to our lives as sole people the other
person being at a ~1-2 second scroll-down.
Coming back from their vacation I
would start promoting the Amsterlypse: Revenge which was coming up in
mid-August and already spark interest into joining the party. Besides the usual
invitees that joined the Amsterlypse from May, there was also Diana, Duda and
her girl-friends (so much win) Ray Bud and some of his friends, and 3 of my
ex-colleagues Tedy, Gotzy and Flyvius, and many others. That week was very
similar to an American Pie style movie, judging by the fact that 6/7 of those
days I stayed drunk and we would party so hard we would reach to a fight with
my neighbours. Diana my best friend, as crazy as she acts when she is drunk was
just wonderful, because she was the right person to have the time of your life
with, same story with her sister Duda and her cousin Adreena. What pleased me even
more was accomplishing my objective and bury the hatchet with the very last
person who I haven’t seen/spoked with for like 2 months, and that would be none
other than my best friend Andra. What’s even more interesting is that we buried
the hatchet in a very anti-climatic way, we finally got eye to eye and then
hugged it out, effectively leaving the past behind and resume our amazing
friendship. Even though there were incidents and paranormal activities during
that period, I can say the Amsterlypse was a success and it accomplished
everything I said it would be: An all-out party/nightlife/gaming station/social
place/dance floor extravaganza. My parents on first sight were glad that they
found the house in one piece (thanks to my friends for helping me clean the
house up).
Everything up to that point was
giving me the thought of “This is the summer I always dreamt of…..” and if the
schedule was right, it really would have been marked like 11/10 for me, but then I
started receiving a lot of bad news (I’ll talk about that in Part 3).
Part 2: Nostalgia attacks and this
loneliness are both killing me
What is a
nostalgia attack?
Nostalgia attack (nɒˈstældʒə əˈtæk) -
A swift and sudden hit to a human being’s brain with a bittersweet
longing for things, persons, or situations of the past.
Nostalgia attacks started hitting me day by day, night by night, and that
because of the fact that I have a lot of amazing memories here in my hometown,
most of them becoming extremely significant after this year, since they became
so great of events that more than half of them I wanted to stick on a blog and
remember of them later for being just a great time capsule to stand in.
They are not necessarily good hits, because a nostalgia attack hits me quite
hard, in the sense of making me have severe headaches as a certain story in my
past is put to rewind then on fast-forward back to the present day in a very
short time, something like 2 months of a story being recapped in 2 minutes.
I get hit by very hard stuff like the times during my meditations, the trips I
took to Bucharest/Cluj/Craiova or any other city, the divergent courses I had
with a lot of friends, The Amsterlypse, The Andra Storyline, the sacrifices I
did to pass my exams, the battling with my vices and my health issues, the
struggle between me and my personalities, and many others.
It’s even weird that I am already starting to miss all those great times, and
after any nostalgia attack nowadays, no matter how much of a man I can be, I
would usually break down and cry, because I know soon they will just be
memories to be left alone. Soon I will leave Slatina for Cluj and begin a new
life there, and I also know that I will miss my friends and family than the
city because of those event, soon I will be all alone, and I will have a huge
longing for all the things I accomplished, all the situations in the past that
I managed to breakthrough, and all the people that I loved and was loyal to.
Nostalgia is a neutral virtue for me, it doesn’t hurt me bad, but it doesn’t
make me feel better at all. I may have become autophobic or athazagoraphobic or
simply paranoid, but one thing is for sure: These Nostalgia attacks and this
loneliness are both killing me. The most hardest part of letting them go of
course, is saying “Goodbye”…
Part III: There are no happy endings, but you can do your
best to build one
Alright, so we had the first 3 weeks
of this month just shining in gold, making me think that this summer is
flawless, and that it is so much enjoyable than my favorite summer from 2009.
But suddenly bad news started appearing:
My parents learned about the Amsterlypse (as they
wouldn’t at least know about what’s with it) but it wasn’t the party that
deranged them, it was the fact that in the first day of being home alone we
were so unleashed some of my friends were rowdy and started arguing with some
of my neighbours and that pissed my peers off. They gave me a long talk about
me being irresponsible and that it wasn’t moral and that they’ll think about
letting me go to my trip to the sea with my ex-colleagues and Alex (Micu’). I
just did my shtick with the hushed tones and felt sorry for everything, I wasn’t
really buying into their story of not letting me to my vacation because they
promised me for a long time.
But to make my mood even worse, later that evening, my
ex-colleague Robert called and told me that our trip to the sea will no longer
hold due to personal issues that the girls had with our trip and that left me
and Alex (Micu’) withdraw our dreams to have fun for one more year, because
that would leave just the 2 of us to go to the trip and that wouldn’t have been
that much exciting or enjoyable.
After hearing all that crap to that point I was quite disappointed
and angry, then of course, the icing on the cake, I learned from Diana right
after I finished that phone call that she broke up with his boyfriend, and that just
left me brain-scarred. So much crap in one day of August 22nd and it was enough to make me, Diana and her
cousin drown our sorrows in a park with some alcohol. Other than that I would
try to make her feel alright, for the sake of what’s left in this summer.
Oh God, at least we could enjoy one last thing we
promised to do this summer, and talk with Alex M. to go to his village so we
can spend some quality time with him, and also help him do the harvesting this
year. Me Alex M., Micu’ and his brother Christian were able to do so and
actually have a great time on a more rustic area and relieve all our tensions.
We’ve done a lot of stuff there, like help harvesting the corn, laugh at some
cretin memories, listen to a lot of MJ, eat together at each meal, go to the
Jiu river to bath (even though this year it was so deep I couldn’t see my knee,
just being sarcastic), watch movies, watch wrestling, do some damn funny
commentating on the crap they were doing at some shows, play League of Legends
(yes, we also had wireless internet), ride the bikes to the forest, take some
pictures, and also do something uncommon we would want to do for a long time
and play chess in the basement.
On a side story I would also begin a rehab period to
try and quit smoking.
Reaching the last day I was glad that I could finally
stop this habit, that was holding me back from being healthier or try to grow
bigger, not to mention that it would often irritate some of my non-smoking
friends such as Micu’ and his brother. While I was sitting on my bed with my
laptop, Micu’ entered and sat on his bed to start play on his brother’s laptop
and a few seconds later I see a news feed on facebook from our national news
channel about when school is beginning and I asked him if saw this. He told me
that it’s on 10 September, while I told him that this news just broke and said
it would be on 17 September. From that point Micu’ were having an argument hence why I am back to smoking again; no one special to
make happy here. Even on the way home I would sit next to him and we would
ignore our existence and stay pissed to each other. Once I got home, a lot of buzz was going on with this
situation between me and Micu’. But we put our differences aside, and got some things of our chests that were strangling us for some time, and similar to the earlier story we would hug it out, and put it behind ourselves, to an even stronger friendship.
That arguing affected me to a certain point, but no
matter how I behave, I still love all of my friends no matter what, and in a special way to
with each of them. In
my trip to the village for example, I was texting every night with my rebound friend Andra and effectively
managed to get closer than ever after she texted me “Good night, I love you!”
and after a little thinking and a deep breath I replied to her “Good night, I
love you too!”. In her words, she told me that her reaction was: saw the
message, sat on the bed, looked at the message again (because, she wouldn’t
believe it), and then started crying. The same thing happened at 5 AM in the
morning in the last day when I was struggling with sleep, and this time we told
each other that we miss ourselves. At home, we had the best time of our lives
since we met. We talked about our crushes, about the texting, we ate waffles/chocolate/biscuits,
drank shots of juice, watched and laughed our asses at the “Ted” movie, hugged
the guts out of each other, I showed her a tribute movie about all our memories
that left her speechless (no pun intended to MJ), we took many photos, we
danced, and ultimately sealed this day with those 3 sincere words and hugs/kisses.
That was the best day we had together as best-friends and we were anxious to
surpass that day in the future for the bar was set pretty high, and I told her
to expect even more unexpected. Maybe that’s the thing about life, there are no
happy endings, but you can do your best to build one, and actually enjoy this
masterpiece of a book. And it’s not just to make it all day long, it’s all
night long, it’s week long, it’s all month long, it’s all summer long, probably
even all life long also.
Thank you everyone for reading this new story about my
life, all in all I can say this summer was damn great, even though certain
events came in the way, it still overshadows the summer in ’09 and I'll probably rate this summer like 10/10, so right now it’s
my favorite one. I will stick the last chapter from my hometown at the end of
September after I will do the hardest part from my to-do list and that is to
have my farewell from everyone. Chapter IX: End of an Era will be waiting for
you! Peace!
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