Here I Am. Like the title says, "bored over the summer" and looking for something to do. Blogging seemed like a reasonable method to while away some hours, as well as allowing for the general public and old friends back in my hometown to laugh at my currently rather miserable, mediocre abd mundance existance. My advice to the reader in the case of this blog: you won't like it. In fact, the whole point of this electronic journal is to spread dread, fear, anxiety, horror and a terrible state of depression thoughout humanity. After all, if I'm not having a good time, why the hell should anyone else be?
Ah, most noble reader, let us not get too carried away. Perhaps I should elaborate.
After my graduation ball in early July (what the yanks might call "Prom"), a night of laughs, jokes, reminiscants, nostalgia, good-times and general drunken stupor, I found myself waking up in a generally alienated, hungover state to hear a stern voice commanding me to pack my stuff for college. Little did I know that this was a milestone, marking the beginning of two point five months of enduring minimal social contact, being stressed and bossed about absolute futile, trivial matters such as depositing rubbish into the incorrect colored bin. Seriously!
"But it's the start of summer!!" I argue without much hope.
Naturally, as is the general case between my father and I, I got nowhere. I threw half my room into boxes and found myself the next day in a car driving the 1000 or so miles from the city of Karlsruhe, Germany, situated in the south-western part of the country closely adjacent to the French boarder, to Cambridge, in the UK. The journey was fairly eventless, as is the case with most activities one pursues with one's parents.
The next day, awakening with a serious nicotine craving, I set about getting organized and trying to make the most of my time here. I had gained a roll of flab in the past two months before that due to excessive drinking and partying, most likely as a consequence of enduring endless exam stress, and was determined to get back to my old habit of eating healthily and attending a gym every day.
So thats what I did. I found a reasonable gym, and for three weeks did just the above. I became fitter, healthier, but not happier. The only social contact I had with my old mates back in Germany was with one in particular, Christoph Krüger, and exchanging text messages with someone I've always gotten along well with, Gabrielle Hansen. Also two old classmates visited from the states, and I felt sad and pissed off that I should have to leave their company at such short notice.
My parents grew more and more aggravating, especially since they have a preconception that they "understand" my position and that library books will solve the problem of my minimal social contact with the outside world.
HA!Perhaps most infuriating is that in the house most people ignored me and treated my presence as passive.
Let me give a prime example.
My sister, currently 23 years of age and working in the energy distribution industry, came up to the house to visit us for dinner one Saturday. Being a Cambridge graduate in Philosophy, she soon started the mind bogglingly incomprehensible discussion routine that is Philosphy with my father. Now, don't get me wrong, Philosophy was, in fact, my favorite subject in high school. However, the humble reader must appreciate the academic differences between European School level Philosophy and Cambridge graduate Philosophy, both of them being positioned light years away in terms of theory complexity.
So therefore, as a consequence, everyone else around the table was bored. I started joking around with my brother, also my elder at 21 years. The response from my father?
"Shut up!"
As if my brother and I's conversation was somehow socially inferior to his.
Since that day I never heard an apology, perfectly expectable when one considers that such occurances between father and offspring (with the exception, naturally, to my eldest sister who is treated like a goddess) are common.
As a consequence, I spent as little time as possible inside the dwellings of my parents, a task not easy to accomplish with so few other pastimes open for consideration.
Generally, I spend most days watching TV, going to the gym and in the evening browsing the Internet, whiling away the hours.
I also developed a rather unhealthy taste for pornography, as is an inevitable consequence of going on sexual probation, barred from the outside world of fine woman and socializing in bars and clubs.
So, that just about wraps up the time between July 12th and August 3rd.
Time for some chow ;)