“no matter how serious life gets, you still need to have that one person you can be completely stupid with”
a few months ago, i stated here on the blog that this might very well be the summer when i finally lose it. having my closest friends scattered all across europe, and my usual partner-in-crime occupied with a newborn, i thought it would be a very lonely summer in a very messed-up house.
i couldn’t have been more wrong. it has been the most delightful summer, crazy fun, and with quite enjoyable weather. i have perfected my social butterfly-skills, met an awful lot of weird people at weird places (and at weird times; woody harrelson on a bike…), and spoken more finnish in six weeks than i have during the last six years. who would ever have guessed that…
i’ve also finally become a bit more spontaneous (or then it’s the thyroxin doing it, at least that’s what some have said, i seem so much more alive these days) not always planning my next move, or calculating the consequences. which i think saved me from either being fried by lightning, or having a heart attack from the bang that must’ve accompanied the flash, last thursday night…
anyway. many of the mischiefs i owe to one particular friend, without whom i just might have lost it a couple of times.
living in different countries, we seldom see each other in the same place (or even country) twice in a row, which is a good foundation for unruly behaviour. simply said, meeting up with her, you know you are heading for crazyville.
normally on top of things, i find myself getting lost, being late (and i mean really late.. like almost-missing-flights-late), and conversing with strangers (often in languages i do not know more than five words of) when i’m out and about with this nutter. but for some weird reason, i never get stressed about any of it – i’m just embracing the temporary insanity of the moment.
and it’s reasonably fair to say that has been an attribute that has helped me survive this summer with a laugh.