En cuestión de 2 semanas KWS volverá a unirse, en persona, un feliz reencuentro. :D

IT'S CHRISTMAS!

A day

I sat in the first chair available to me. Sitting next to my friend Vanessa who I had known for a year felt like I was back home, because she made me feel at home. Her peculiar sense of humour appeared to me like something I had experienced before. It was almost as if I needed that tough love that she was giving me. It was more comforting than threatening, but I still wouldn't know that until later on, when I would have to go through some hard times and I would figure out that her tough love was her way to protect me because she cared. Sitting next to her made me feel safe knowing that she wouldn't move if I didn't, that she relied on me as much as I did on her. Our talks were mostly diverse but almost always led to a political analysis of the world, which I bitterly enjoyed, and stimulated me to look beyond the socially established beliefs. As I drank my cheap tasting cappuccino I watched her study. My eyes wandered, I analysed the room over and over to find something entertaining to look at, and find myself occupied while she completed her academic task. I looked at the pool table and remembered how I used to love pool and pictured the amount of times I had played pool that summer with my friend Carla in Spain. I remembered how we used pool to distract ourselves of the days that appeared countless in the summer that more than fast seemed to be going by slower that year. I also looked at the pictures in the walls of smiling hamsters that meant to reflect the friendliness of the place where we were sitting. I looked at the window; and then I looked through the window to appreciate the lakeside view of the campus, and their people running around immersed in their own train of thoughts. I imagined what each one of them was thinking. I looked at the Cypriot guy with the dark brown hair wearing tracksuits. He was holding a black velvet sports bag and he was probably off to the gym to work on his fitness, as it appeared that he didn't care of much more. I looked at the messy haired blonde wearing glasses almost sprinting to get to the library.  She was probably stressed about her coursework as we have all been, because she probably went out the night before, and knew that she had to make up for the lost amount of research and writing. I also looked at the black guy with his earphones on. He was in his own reality, probably thinking of what he had to cook that night and what he had to do the next day. I reflected and thought how many lives and experiences were walking past each other without noticing in such a small space of time. The past two days had been really emotional and thought-driving for me as I had just had the appointment with my psychotherapist the day before. I looked at the dart board and the way the lighting reflected on the columns of an open spaced bar. The bar staff chatting distracted me aswell, as it wasn't a particularly busy time. There wasn't much to do and so they found themselves talking about trivial stuff and university gossip. As I looked at Vanessa, I realised that she was very focused on her work and so I decided I would leave her to it. I left my coffee still in hand and opened the door that led to the main square. As I felt the cold breeze of fresh air in my face I felt almost as if I had reborn from the dullness and stuffy feeling of sitting inside. I lit my menthol cigarette to inhale a wave of relief. I could now focus properly and appreciate what I was looking at before. The people walking and running around, the lakeside that had never appeared so beautiful was today something delightful to watch, and the moonlight reflecting on the trees it all painted a picture that was simply beautiful. I could see the academic buildings all lit up, I felt almost as if I was in one of those European capitals, where Asian men come up to you saying: "Come join our night tour around the city of Rome, you will find it a very precious and a one in a lifetime experience". The Christmas tree was up, although it was only the end of November, and so you were almost obliged to feel happy, compassionate, and thankful. It didn't seem night to feel upset or furious in front of a Christmas tree. Love was what came to your mind, even though you didn't want to. Walking past the Christmas tree I felt like it was time to be at home, even though I didn't want to. I walked to the bus stop, a 30 minute wait usually because the buses would never arrive on schedule, no matter what day or time of the year. I lit another cigarette this time I didn't feel a relief it was more like a pastime and a way to time the bus. "Hopefully once I've finished this cigarette the bus will be here and I will be able to go home". Even though, I really didn't want to be home, because the thought of getting there and finding myself sitting alone in the living room was too overbearing and I would rather wait outside in the bus stop in the freezing weather next to strangers. I decided to check my phone just to see no one had texted or called, after all, it was only five in the evening and so people wouldn't start texting until eight o'clock, the time to go out on Wednesdays. I looked forward to the night time and finding myself meeting up with acquaintances and friends who were only friends after a couple of shots. I knew the outcome of the night even though I was only waiting for the bus. I knew the estranged guy who would come home with me would be part of a sports team and more likely blond or red haired. I knew that two hours of an empty sexual encounter would follow and the promise of me texting him back again, while I knew I wouldn't.

Bueno chicas, este fondo es un fondo PROVISIONAL, momentáneo, lo cambiaré cuando encuentre algo más bonito (imposible) jajajajajaja... En fin. Eso. Hola. Hello.