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Jan 17 2012

Morning Glory

Am I the only one who thinks that it is too early in the morning for some things?…

A few days ago, I decided to attend a dance class that was scheduled for 8.30 in the morning. I woke up just after 8, got dressed quickly, and rushed to the school as fast as I could. Not having had anything for breakfast and being almost half asleep still, I just stood in a corner, as everyone slowly gathered and cheerfully exchanged hellos. As we began warming up, the woman in front of me gradually caught my attention. Bleached hair, loads of jewellery hanging from every part of her body, covered in thick make-up, she started touching herself in strange places, repeating every now and again “bellissimo”, in a deep, sexy voice. I turned and looked at the others, unsure of what was happening. Of course nobody was even looking, nobody thought that this was strange, and once again I was alone in this.

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Sep 15 2011

Love is a Crime

There has always been a specific issue troubling every woman and every man out there and that is the question of when one knows for sure that he/she has met the one. I get all my girlfriends asking me “do you think he’s the man I should spend the rest of my life with?”, or “how can you tell when a person is right for you? How do you know for sure”? I also get the same from all my guys friends: “How do I know that I didn’t just walk past the woman of my dreams this morning on my way to work?”, or the classic “does such a thing as a soulmate even exist”?

Well, I’ve thought about it long and hard, I’ve researched the issue and I finally have an answer. Such a thing as a soulmate exists and there is a very good way to tell who it is that you are meant to spend the rest of your life with.

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Jul 22 2011

Love in the time of Cholera

I know I’ve left you for a while without a blog post, but someone needs to write those dark and politically incorrect scripts out there, and since none of you is willing to do it, I was left with the dirty work. I’m back, however, and here’s what has bothered me lately.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but not telling me you love me and not reminding me I’m beautiful, doesn’t really make me less attractive or lovable, it just makes you more of an idiot. Isn’t this right?

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Jun 14 2011

Faith no more

If a person has reached a certain age (anything older than five), then you should be able to trust that some things can go without saying. Right?

A few weeks now in Athens, a few weeks around the family, and we’re back to square one. ‘I’ll quickly park the car here and pop out to get a coffee’, my aunt said this morning, as she pulled over. Being really warm in the car, I asked her whether it would be ok if I got off for a while to get some fresh air. ‘I’ll go and sit under that tree in the shade until you come back; it’s way too hot in here’. She looked at me puzzled. ‘Yeah, fine, but you need to close the door behind you when you do’. I thought about it for a few seconds, trying to find the secret meaning of that phrase, but there wasn’t one. ‘Yes of course I will, it goes without saying’. She shook her head, a bit unsure. ‘I don’t know’… ‘What don’t you know? That I can think as far as closing the door and locking it behind me, when I leave the car’? She got off and walked away: ‘I’ve seen a lot in my life, I don’t know what to expect anymore’…

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May 23 2011

The show must go on

If you have already decided on what you’re doing, then why are you asking me?

When I woke up this morning, I got a phone call from a friend I was supposed to meet in Athens later next week. ‘Hey, when are you coming’? Having discussed this a million times, I kinda thought we had established it, but obviously not quite. ‘Next week, didn’t we say? Next Saturday I’ll be there’. He paused, trying to see how he would say this. ‘Oh… Ok’… ‘Why? Is there a problem’? ‘No, not at all… It’s just that my friends suggested going away for a few days… To an island or something’. I immediately knew where this was going. ‘Ok then, do you want to go, and see each other when you come back’? He rushed to save it. ‘No, no way. I would only go if you were coming later, and I could combine both. I would much rather spend time with you’… Since he sounded the opposite of convincing, I had to double-check. ‘Are you sure? Because I wouldn’t have a problem with seeing my family first and then getting together to do something just a few days later’. He thought about it for a few seconds. ‘Ok! Sounds cool. I’ll see you in two weeks then’! ‘So when are you leaving?’, I asked. ‘Tonight! I’ve already packed my things, the guys are coming to pick me up any minute now, so I have to go, bye’!

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May 09 2011

You’re ugly, stupid and annoying, but you make me look good.

Why is it that the people I dislike the most in this world, are the ones to always give me a good name?

Last night I went out with a few friends and I got back home pretty late. When I woke up this morning, one of the friends I was with yesterday called, to thank me for inviting her out with the rest of the people, even though she hasn’t been a part of the usual hangout group. ‘They were all just so nice… Really welcoming and warm’, she said. ‘I’m glad you liked them, they’re very good friends of mine, and really nice people’, I agreed with her. ‘Yeah, they were great! Especially that one guy… The blond girl’s boyfriend’? I paused, while praying to God she didn’t mean the guy I thought she did. Hoping she wasn’t talking about one of the most arrogant men I’ve ever met. ‘Who? What blond girl? What boyfriend’? ‘You know… The guy with the beard. That was dancing to every tune’?… And just like that, she confirmed my worst fears. ‘You liked him? I hate that guy! My friend keeps bringing him along, and that’s the only reason why sometimes I don’t go out to meet the rest of them! Why would you ever like him’? She hesitated. ‘I don’t know… He was really funny and chatty, I guess… He was different from the others’. And that, he was. Very different. ‘I was very surprised to see you hung out with someone like him. Surprised in a very good way, of course’.

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May 06 2011

Smoking is one of the leading causes of statistics

Smoking doesn’t kill. Annoying people like you, kill.

When I woke up this morning I found yet another e-mail from a girl I find extremely annoying. The subject, once again, ‘smoking. ‘Hi Angeliki, I know you don’t smoke, and that’s amazing, it shows you really love and respect yourself, but please find the time to forward this following e-mail to all your smokers friends. Please hurry before it’s too late’. Attached was a long article on health risks and diseases caused by smoking. In the end a conclusion was written by this girl: ‘So go throw out that packet of cigarettes that’s been tempting you. You don’t need it! Don’t wait for Monday to quit. Give it up now! You can do it. Smoking kills… And I know you love living’. I read it a couple of times, until I realised that no, I didn’t love living that much. Not when people keep threatening you you’re going to die this way or the other, any chance they get. Not when annoying people send you e-mails like that when you don’t even smoke and they know it. Not when idiots are trying to save the world by repeating the same things again and again. And by the way, it’s just Friday, I’m sure that if I wait until Monday to quit, it’s not going to be these two days that kill me.

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May 02 2011

Behind every annoying man there is an annoying woman

If you really want to make a difference, if you really want to change the world, then you’ve got to think big: How about becoming the first person ever that liked your son’s or brother’s girlfriend? Or, if you want to take it to extremes, how about becoming that first man that stands up for his girlfriend?

This morning I went to the usual Sunday’s outdoor market at Santa Croce, where I met a friend at the strawberries and cream stand. Both having bought our cups with strawberries, we sat on the steps of the church to eat them together. ‘I can’t be bothered with Mario anymore… I’m gonna finish it’, she said and I realised that just like that I had found myself in yet another break-up talk. ‘Why? What happened’? She shrugged and had a couple of strawberries. ‘The usual. What always happens. His family hates me’. I smiled, knowing exactly what she was talking about. ‘Let me guess. The mom and sister? And somehow the dad thinks you’re great’? She nodded. ‘Yep, same old story’… I thought about it for a second and then I decided it was too predictable to even let it surprise me. ‘Aren’t they tired of it? All these years, all these generations, aren’t they sick of sounding exactly the same’? She finished her strawberries. ‘Nope’. I accepted it, seeing she had proof. ‘And what does Mario say’? She tried to stop herself from laughing. ‘Eh… Nothing’?

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Apr 28 2011

Your lovin’ don’t pay my bills

Money doesn’t bring happiness… Yeah, right.

Today I had a Skype conversation with one of my best friends where we let it all out, regarding the difficult money situation, and what it meant specifically in our cases. She told me about all the things she had been obliged to give up on, due to the lack of money. Her long drives to the countryside, visits to her boyfriend in the weekends, nights at the cinema, concerts and dinners at nice restaurants. When my turn came, I told her all about having had to cut down on my dancing, ice-creams, theatre visits and flights back home. ‘So what are you gonna do for the summer? Aren’t you gonna go on a holiday or something? Won’t you go back to Greece’? I told her that it didn’t look very likely, and that family and holidays weren’t part of the plan this year. She paused for a few seconds, thinking about it, and then she sighed. ‘And they say that money doesn’t bring happiness’…

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Apr 27 2011

Oral fixation

Why is it that every time you lend someone your pen, you get it back half-eaten?

This morning I went to an art exhibition with a friend. We wandered around the different rooms and studied the paintings, chatted amongst ourselves and then ended up in the gallery’s gift shop browsing through the books, the postcards, and the merchandise. My friend decided he’d buy the exhibition book, and he paid for it using his card. When he was given a copy of the receipt back to sign, he took out his pen and wrote his name at the bottom of the slip. ‘Wow, your pen looks like it’s been through quite the ordeal…’, I commented, noticing his half-destroyed pen. He nodded, not wanting to talk about it. ‘Yeah, I know… I had just bought it, brand new, expensive pen, and a guy from my course asked to borrow it for an exam one morning. When I got it back two hours later, it was like this. He had eaten the whole back of it’! I shook my head, really annoyed by that story. ‘Please tell me you killed him’… He gave me a bitter smile. ‘No… For some reason I felt like I didn’t have the right to say anything. Even when I commented on it to my girlfriend, she said that I was exaggerating, and that these were small things, that I shouldn’t let bother me’.

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