Not So Good Friday

This week has cut me up, mixed me with herbs and spices and threw me into a pan of sizzling hot oil.. I’m not sure what to make of it or if that’s even a good analogy. But I am totally fried and mixed up in a stirring of life’s different seasonings.

I started writing this post Friday, from this day fourth I shall remember April 14^th 2017 as my Not So Good Friday. Misfortunes still fresh on the palate of my patience,  the end of a frustrating week and the beginning to the weekends climatic event.

Thankfully I’m never far from good company . My house mates all had stories from their week, which had been filled equally or even more so with mishaps. Not that I relish in the suffrage of other people but it was sooo good to empathise. With a good cup of cocoa and a deep breath I was ready to look forward to the long weekend, Saturday was to be a new and joyous day.

Leaving you on a hook there and skipping ahead, here I am Sunday morning. I Woke up with a smile left over from last night. And before I even got to the bathroom to pee my whole being was literally ripped apart.

Consistency is totally void to my life now. An alien vocabulation of a type of lifestyle or pattern to ones days. At this point I can’t even remember to put deodorant on both armpits. Making progression or finding any footing what so ever is also an obsolete ambition. Every action, every decision I make, buying a loft a bread vs buying fresh fruit. What to wear. How to spend my days off. I keep having this unsettling rain cloud hover over me.

I made up my mind to go home by not exactly making up my mind but weighing a few facts and seeing the scale tip towards an answer. The thought of going home still gives me an uneasy feeling I can’t get rid of or understand. Yet my time here is wearing my sanity and my patience down to a grain of a grain of sand. I literally do not know what to do with myself. I’m just keeping on. My head feels like it disconnected from my body. My heart as well. I’m totally discombobulated. And today was the absolute demise of it all.

So without further adieu, let me start to tell you about my weekend and briefly the week because it is conducive to this shit storm and than there is a glimmering light of good news. This introduction was in fact building up to these series of events which have provoked this discomposure.  

*queue drum role and narrator (which I guess is you the reader ..ha)*

Friday 7 am. I woke up early even though I had work off because I was selling my bike (again....I can’t remember if I wrote about getting it back from the lady I sold it to before..) I was meeting the person at 10 but it takes me 1.5 hours to get there and I had a Skype interview. I was just 5 minutes from the station when I felt the back tire start wobbling, so I hoped off the bike and BEHOLD.. the tire had come off the rim. I have no idea how ..like what the what... so I called the person and told them and offered to take $20 off the price but they declined. This was the final straw of my patience with this bike. I left it at the station with a sign “free”.

Okay whatever brush is off. I won’t make $50 but I though at least I can get laundry done, a blog post and I still have my interview. JUST KIDDING.  My interviewer sent me a message ,something came up and we had to reschedule for Sunday. So I went home did some errands and had a good phone conversation with my Dad. Who had also been having a rough week.  Awe happy ending.. STILL KIDDING. My boss called me and said unfortunately I’ll have no work for this week. Ha.haha. are you fucking kidding yet?

Saturday was packed full of prospect for greatness. I had a house cleaning job, did some busking and bought a good breakfast. Boom. The day started beautiful. Just as I began to expect the worst to come out of nowhere.. it kept going good. A friend from Bali is down for the weekend, so a few of da homies went out for dinner .. I was brought the wrong order of food and than scolded by the waiter .. but haay I was expecting mishaps and that was minor.

AND BEST OF ALL I PARTICIPATED IN THE ANNUAL CELEBRATION OF LIFE FOR THE VERY LOVELY MISS TAWNEY.

Despite the headaches from the Mon-Fri , Saturday swept me off my feet . I was surrounded by love. Lovely people,  Love of food, love of life and love of loving all those things. I met Tawney after dinner at a house party full of groove. Groovy, gorgeous humans. Groovy tunes and the groovy magic of all this coming together to celebrate life. 

Just before I left one guy asked me for a tour..which was actually a set up for a smooth pick up line. “What’s your favourite room..." I turned around and motioned towards the front of the house, dipped into the first room on the left. THE DANCE FLOOR. One way to lose a man or see if he’s worth keeping is with a little d & d. Dance-floor deception.

 I LOVE BIRTHDAYS. And dancing!  Last night was such a needed burst of positive energy . At the train station I had about an hour wait for my train, it was about 3:30am , at this time public transport goes through this weird change of like the last of the party people who need to get home and almost morning timing . This guy asked to sit at the table I was sitting at. I managed to get one of the only tables not polluted by fossils of litter from the intoxicated beings who populated the food court before my time. 

After laughing to myself at memes for like 10 minutes I thought woah woah there is a human being in front of you. TALK. To make a long one hour train wait conversation short, His name is Amandus, from Sweden, a very dear relative just died and he lives 10 minutes from me and was waiting for the same train, which we ended up missing so we split for a uber. Although I usually don’t pay from the station to my house and the uber was like $50. It was warmer, friendlier and a good chance to share some of the love I’d accumulated that day, with someone who indubitably needed it .

*queue curtains and end credit music*

I woke up bright eyed and Skypecited (excited for Skype if you didn’t get it..) Rather than go through the back room to get into the house I decided to walk around the yard and to the front door. . what could possibly go wrong...I’ve been awake for 10 minutes...ahh today should be another lovely day.... PLEASE PREPARE YOUR MINDS FOR THIS PART. This is it. This has perhaps been my last straw. The last unfortunate event in this week’s series.

Actually first two small parts to add for better reader understanding , 1. About 10 days ago I got my nipples pierced..  2. From the loft to the front door. I must pass through a gate. . I hope you haven’t guessed it. AH THE SUSPENSE. I thought about leaving it out of the story and just talking about the week now.. but I think this definitely pivotal to the demise of me the protagonist.

As I passed through the gate with an early morning ‘I need to pee’ waddle. In a fresh from the depths of slumber, braless pyjama fashion. My nipple ring caught on the gate and ripped out. I think I died and came back with out any human emotion, care for life or will to continuing breathing.

Anyways I am in stable condition now thanks to my housemates, chocolate and green tea.  My Skype interviewer didn’t respond to my messages. I’m finally finishing this post, that I had started Friday. I’ve come decide that today I will probably not leave the house, for the greater good of my sanity.

Now a synopsis of my week up until this end:  Monday I didn’t work cause of the weather,so I bought good shoes and a jacket.  Tuesday, Wednesday I started to book my flights and accommodation for Japan. It was declined twice and I had to cancel my reservation at a hostel because I had booked an all boys dorm. Finally Thursday I got a flight and contact with the pre-mentioned interviewer, for a volunteer position that includes accommodation.

My via expires in 2 weeks!!!! Hopefully I can make it that far. Just kidding. Actually I’m serious. I think I’m waiting for some sort of destiny to intervene and give me some spectacular clairvoyant knowledge and comfort. Perhaps that’s my problem.. I really don’t know. It’s not that I expect things to be flawless, It’s never been that way but it just seems like this rough patch is very dense and heavy.

For the rest of today I will just go for with a good walk, watch movies and make pasta for dinner.  Just solace and peaceful activities that are light on the mind and body. The next 2 weeks can only be better. And if not then there’s Japan! If that falls apart than hey I’ll be back to good friends in Australia. I don’t even want to think about anything going horribly wrong when I get home... I is kind I is smart I is important. That’s how I get through day by day. Until next time , pray for my nipple <3