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About safety…

10 May, 2007

 

Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker)

 

“Later, I got thinking about safe sex. Odd how only when our physical life is at risk, do we follow certain guidelines to protect ourselves. What about our emotional lives? Wouldn’t it be nice if there was a little pamphlet to warn us what behaviour might be high risk to ourselves or our relationships? Even if you take all the precautions and emotionally try to protect yourself, when you crawl in bed with someone, is sex ever safe?”

Carrie Bradshaw‘s column (Sex and the City)

 

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Getting lonely, getting old

3 December, 2006

You said your name, but I would assign you a number. You are the same, with different eyes, different voice… you are the same as the others. I’m sorry, I was just feeling lonely. I didn’t want to create false expectations. I knew you just wanted to have sex. I just wanted to talk. Honestly.

Your past is the past of many like you. I didn’t know the reasons that led me take the bus 62, instead of number 9. I shouldn’t have. Now I am here, speaking about you. I will see you again, with another name and another voice. Probably, different eyes. Next time, I won’t speak to you. I need to know what I want. I know I need it. I want to know.

It’s normal to feel lonely in a city. This is just a stupid anecdote which makes me think, though.

I’m alighting here. And I said goodbye. Yes, just a stupid anecdote.

<<<Song: Pink Floyd – Hey you>>>

A feeling of dread

30 November, 2006

Night has already fallen. Wee orange lights, or Glaswegian panorama. Eighth floor, I can see it all. It’s raining. The heating is low. I am a bit cold. What will I do?

Is this going to be the end of my day? Wet way back home… Some music in my ears. Closed eyes and wind on my face. Eating the same, day after day. Didn’t I say I would do things I had never done? I don’t know how, I am a coward. I need someone to fill my live. To guide this lost soul that I am. Sometimes I am afraid of being alone forever.

Is this melancholia inherent to an Erasmus experience? Yes, I am an Erasmus student. I am not drinking all day. I don’t have sex with everything that moves. Somehow, I am proud of being different, but there’s a price I have to pay. I knew that, I was told that. I am here and I am still different to the rest.

<<<Song: Belle and Sebastian – Slow Graffiti>>>