A week passed.

Last post I published was over a week ago. Since then stuff has happened.

I got a guitar.
I informed my roommate her hermit crab died.
I thought about the past and home.
I drank.
I smoked.
I've worked more.
I visited a new town.
I remembered the people that I have left and that have left me behind.
I met a few Americans that are nice people.
I finished a book.
I started another.
I found myself getting interested in haikus.
I was sad.
I tried American Chinese food.
I got a US phone number.
I punched a wall.
I learned a few more Romanian words.
I felt better.
I got irritated numerous times by my roommates on various occasions.

All of this happened in no particular order. Besides, the order itself doesn't matter at all does it? The bottom line is these kind of things happen all the time, life goes on around me and around you and around anyone no matter if you're aware of it or not. No matter if you read about it or not.
Life goes on.

The kicker is when you realize that absolutely everyone's life is just as full of stuff and happenings, occurrences, events, emotions, pain, heartbreak, happiness, useless habitual movements, awkward moments, luck, weird situations and everything else that happens to you yourself on daily bases. It happens to everyone else, all the time, and it is just as intense.

Yet, somehow, we are all unique and magical and rainbows come out of our asses.

I'm not saying you're not special. I'm saying you're just as special as everyone else. I'm also saying that what you are going through, there is at least one other individual who is going (or has gone) through the same. Maybe even a whole bunch of individuals, thousands, millions maybe...

If you believe that for you to be special everyone else has to be less special, then you are a piece of shit, and you're also being a special type of asshole.

Thanks for reading.