Stories. Part 1

This past year was Weird, note the capital W. I’ve grown so much, discovered so much, and explored so many new things. Today I accidentally stumbled upon my archived instagram stories. And if you know anything of me, you know that I do love me some instagram. Since I’m all about sharing my experiences and love, this is where I’m remembering some of them and giving context to it. Hope you enjoy the first part of this!

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the 20th of January
Alright, for the first story of today. Ah, this was an odd one, even by my standards, just because of how random the person who had all to do with this was. I’ve been talking to this absolutely random guy on instagram for like a month or two and had become quite close. Around the start of January we got into this feud and didn’t talk much. Some evening, that of the 19th, to be precise, he got under influence, I believe, and asked me to come around for the weekend. And you know, I was like – ‘why the hell not?’ I had a weekend off, I didn’t have plans and I was ready for an adventure. It was weird. Very weird. You know how it’s awkward when you’ve been talking to someone online and then finally meet them in real life… It’s kind of like you know each other, but then you kind of don’t. I can’t even begin to describe how strange the whole thing was – being on the edge of flirting and then not really..? Well, at least I got to see the sea in winter.

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the 29th of April, 2018
Oh, such a random fact about me. This isn’t exactly about the day itself, this is more about the text I chose for this particular picture. Most people don’t know, but I’m a big fan of Doctor Who, the iconic BBC TV show. This was my ode to the lovely 10th Doctor, played by the talented David Tennant, who would often go about in his converse sneakers, saying it was sand shoes. The Doctor in the essence of the character inspires me deeply and I do truly look up to him.

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the 24th of June, 2018
Oh what a morning this was! First off, I was on a business trip to the capital, where I was to work for three days. I had a great colleague working with me and we went out the night prior to this. Which wasn’t SUCH a good idea probably, since she ended up with no sleep that night and I was absolutely pissed at like 1 AM or something and they had to drop me off at my hotel. I woke up at 9:11 precisely, I remember (I had to be at work at 9:45). Good thing that colleague was awesome enough to pick me up and drop me off at work. You know, I was in a hurry to get ready in under 20 mins, was still not in my right mind after last night and I couldn’t find my wallet. I was sure I had lost it. Thank god, I hadn’t, but the whole day was full of stress. I remember this particular cup of cappuccino was my dinner. Moral of the story – 12 hour shifts and hangover don’t really go together.

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the 28th of December, 2017
You know that odd time between Christmas and the New Year? Well, this is what we were doing – we climbed a hill (which I absolutely detested) and found a library (which was absolutely delightful). Now you know what happens when me and my mate go to library? We make fun of book titles and laugh our hearts out at how accurately they describe our lives.

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the 28th of June, 2018
So I came back from the capital. As per usual, everyone of my friends had plans or was busy or some stuff like that. I ended up going to the pub alone in the middle of the day to watch football. I really  did feel ridiculous – like a man, going through a mid-life crisis – alone in a pub, watching football while sipping my beer. In case you’re wondering, I ended up singing with my lovely mate somewhere the woods (who was loving enough to meet up with me later on) .

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