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Dec 16 2011

Of Our Elaborate Plans, The End.

I realised today that a love story is not officially over until it’s over. And when do you know for sure that it is over? When you are included in a mass email.

This morning I woke up, made my breakfast, and sat in front of my computer to write. Being in a romantic mood, I thought perhaps I’d write about freedom, beauty, truth and love, but once again the cynical world out there made a noticeable appearance through my e-mails. Seeing the name of a strong past love as the sender in one of them, I all at once felt warm, and opened it with a loving smile, only for that smile to suddenly freeze on my face when I started reading it. Looking more like Joker than Angeliki, I quickly realised that it was a mass e-mail, sent to everyone the guy knew, which said the following: ‘Good morning all, I hope you’re having a good day, and an even nicer winter so far! The spring is now almost here and the summer will soon follow’. ‘Thanks for the insight’, I whispered to myself, seeing the million different reasons for which that man was an ex. ‘I hope to see you all guys soon and we get the chance to catch up. Have a great day’. Having completely destroyed any possibility of me having a good day, I left the flat and went to meet a friend in order to complain.

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Dec 14 2010

You shut up, no, you shut up

At some point I’m going to find the strength to tell all these moms that the reason why their kids won’t stop crying, is because they keep singing to them. It’s a matter of you shut up, and I’ll shut up.

Today I tried to write. I really did. I sat at my cafe for almost two hours, staring at a blank page. Why? Because at the next table a mom and her baby were trying to deal with their irreconcilable differences. The mother was holding her baby in her arms, singing a weird song, shushing every now and then, but with no result. The kid was going crazier by the minute. So what did she do? She tried to sing louder, just in case the baby couldn’t hear her that well, and that was what had brought on all this frustration. And of course then the crying got louder, and the singing again followed, and the crying and the singing, and I got up to leave, having decided that no writing would happen while on that mom’s watch.

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