stark raving sane

I’ve got a friend who used to live in a kibbutz in Israel, but that’s not her most exciting feature (even though it still sounds quite exciting to me). She’s super ultra intelligent and outspoken and we rarely speak anymore, which is a shame. We’re currently talking on Facebook, but nothing especially informative has been said. That’s her style. My mind’s all flooded with memories now, lovely. :)

We became friends by accident - on the first lecture at Uni back in 2007 she arrived late to class and sat next to me at the only seat left. Then we started talking and it was a miracle.

I hope my friendships are strong enough to endure my moving away to another country for at least one year because if not, it’s going to be a huge blow to my life. You know, I’ve never believed in any God and most of the time I find it hard to believe in people, but I must believe in friends and myself at least, otherwise I’m thoroughly fucked.

On a more practical note, I nearly blinded myself today with hot oil. Go me!

there’s a shocking number of young people among my friends and mates who can’t get a girlfriend/boyfriend despite being interesting, funny personalities and not being against the idea of a relationship. they might not be average in some aspects, and I mean that in the best possible way (sense of humour, intellect), but they are always alone. every now and again we try to find the causes for this situation, and all I can think of is low self-esteem. and somehow it seems to me that it spreads like a viral infection, and you’ve got to be very resistent psychically not to catch it.

I am not a sociologist or a media expert (am a psychology student though :-)), but I strongly suspect that there’s something rotten going on in the western world - I regard my country western in this sense - that lets this kind of thing happen. for me, Cosmopolitan and similar glossy shit represent this indeterminate bad force. tummy’s bad, lace is good, whiten your teeth, wax your forearm, enjoy sex without emotions, use rimmel/whatever, buy lots of clothes, massive generalisations are okay if most of us agree etc.

rant over. I can’t be arsed to carry on. I had a lovely day by the way, finally managed to sleep enough, cook tomato soup, dye my hair on a whim. autumn walks rule. the town’s beautiful with the fallen leaves.