Lust Reaper's blog: "Notes To Self"

SIx months.

It's a while.

Holland was something indeed. As the dust settles after 3 weeks of frantic labor I sit here in the relative calm and reflect.

I liked the dutch, speaking the language also gives you more insight into the culture.

The dutch tend to be direct, almost never prudish, temperate and practical. For one with a mediterranean temperament, with our tendency for flair and exaggeration it was a bit stifling. 

Nevertheless, their care for the environment, the organisation and the fact you can actually bike to work was very refreshing.

Now I am back, In seductively chaotic Greece and I miss the calm and concise nature of Holland.

Still the nightlife and closeness and expressiveness of Greece is fulfilling and exciting.

More so It's interesting being back on the Fu. Some things different, some new people, some already known.

Fleeting as every moment is, it holds within it a lifetime of emotion and stimuli. We move from one stage to the next. Be it country. house, relationship status.

One goes and another comes, and the dance continues.

Hopefully we have moved ahead each time and get the chance to make new mistakes rather than old ones and get some things right we have yet to get.

Music in the background and cigarette smoldering in the ashtray pensively I find myself looking forward to the ride.

It's been a while since I watched a movie. I'm glad this one was the one I watched. vulgar, profane and obscene. Just that does me. The fact that its also very funny makes its special.

since I have no inspiration atm to write something more deep, I'll just post some anime I'm watching. NarutoShippuuden: Bleach: Soul Eater: Currently downloading: Gantz, Texhnolyze & Peacemaker Kurogane.

In the hustle and bustle of things, it's hard to stay in or keep a perspective. In as much as it is possible we all try to keep a sense of direction, usually hindered or helped by the circumstances that define our daily lives. The hectic pace of the past couple of weeks and the next couple of weeks to come has unbalanced me, when I am already inconsistent and random as is. The urge to write and to create is constant but I see I have to set like a day each week, to force me to disengage myself from the daily grind or avalanche of distractions that envelop me and actually think and reflect on things. A creative outlet or exercise has value in and of itself after all, as a release and product of the self. As a reflection of ourselves and where we are, mentally, emotionally or physically. It is often hard to put fingers on the keyboard. I do not want to write an e-diary or fu-transcript. Not out of some misguided delusion of grandeur or pretentious intellectually elitist pomp. Rather because, simply, I don't find it interesting, either to myself or whichever unfortunate soul stumbles across what I write. Which on one hand makes writing challenging and on the other demanding. If you are reading this, most probably you are either a) wondering when I will get to the point if there is one or b) cursing the fact that for whatever reason you are stuck reading this. Whatever the case may be, the point is simple: I should write at least once a week, and I should find the time to first of all reflect on things to have something to write about and then find the time to write it. that is all.

I was walking in Athens center with my sister the other day, in a street called Ermou full of shops, and I was on the lookout for a shoe shop, because I needed a new pair of sport shoes. My eye fell on a shop front that held promise and we walked in. As we entered, just inside the front door was a man, a new employee, who was acting as a greeter. About 25-27 years old, He was wearing leather shoes, black trousers and a white shirt. Which was in line with the seriousness of the store, which among other things also sells suits. Yet when I looked in his face to ask him where the shoe section was, to my surprise, I noticed he had an eyebrow piercing. Since you won't know this, Dear reader, Greece is a conservative country and you would not get a guy having a visible piercing of ANY type in a store that sells suits. So I ask him where the shoe section is and he tells me. Our interaction could have ended there. I would have gone, bought or not bought shoes, and maybe nodded to him as I was stepping out the door. True to my nature, my curiosity piqued, I didn't, and asked him if the management doesn't have an issue with him having the piercing. and after he overcame his surprise at such an unexpected and direct question, He said no, that he was new to the job and even if they did ask him to take it off he wouldn't. I liked that. That a person could wear a piercing like that in a serious store in Greece. And that this person had the luxury or the courage to be himself irrespective of the pressure to conform. I envy and respect people like that, and It always makes my day when people can and do break boundaries. So I smiled and shook his hand and told him good for you and keep it up. The fact that a person could work in a serous store like that and still have a piercing made me feel good, seeing it as a reflection, an instance of change, of stereotypes slowly but surely changing. What can I say. The weirdest things make me smile. -note to self- write more often.