Asthenia

EN: Warning: This post is over two years old, so it's possible that the views, opinions, links or instructions reflected on it do not correspond with the way I think now or the way things currently work. I have evolved (and so have the World and the Internet), so it might be advisable to just take this entry for a glimpse into the (my) past. :)

ES: Atención: Este artículo tiene más de dos años de antigüedad, de modo que los puntos de vista, opiniones e instrucciones que se vierten en él pueden no corresponder con cómo pienso ahora o cómo funcionan las cosas en la actualidad. He evolucionado (y también lo han hecho el mundo e Internet), así que probablemente lo más recomendable sería entender esta entrada como un simple reflejo del (de mi) pasado. :)

OutonoI’m starting to feel a bit like during my last winter in Poland. The lack of light and keeping a distance relationship are killing me a bit.

I’ve recently started feeling that I share more with my colleagues at work than with my boyfriend, and I find it so sad… He used to be my best friend, and I guess he still is, but now I’m feeling he’s just… my boyfriend. And I don’t like that. Well, yes, it’s great to have a nice boyfriend, but I am sure you understand what I mean. Now he’s the one I see on weekends, like in those stupid sort of relationships that some people have when they are teenagers. When I go to Luxembourg each Saturday, or when he comes to Paris, I already know that the day after we will have to move away from each other, and it’s so mentally tiring…

Even things that I love doing, like jazz dance and gymnastics, are becoming a source of stress. Oh gosh… And I have to call the plumber… But I still have some strength left to kill those that dare to make the retarded joke with the plumber thing, I’m warning you. :violin:

I feel surrounded by stupidity, but I will not talk about the amount of stupidity I sense all around because I guess I would have to start by my own. :dead:

On the other hand, I feel I’m totally integrated at work, even though I still think Spaniards are obviously regarded as the bottom of the pack by almost everybody else.

Estoy “plof”. Ni siquiera el ataque de risa que me provocó el periodista mala uva que contó la historia de Miss Vaca del Alto Egipto ha mejorado la cosa.

I guess it’s only a phase, or just a mere “astenia otoñal” (winter blues in English, I think).

I am so sick of the English language too, but now I cannot seem to be able to speak anything else, not even my own first languages. :sad:

Blah…

Bare with me for a while, please. I do the same when it happens to you. ;)

Oh well…

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