First of all, today I launched my new blog. As you know with the looming last part of my England A-Z, the year in Britain has sadly come to a close. Here I also want to thank my loyal readers and I hope you have enjoyed the year as much as I have by reading my blog. Tasteofbritain will continue but as I am not in Britain at the moment, there will be not much "fodder" to feed, so I am launching my new blog which you will be able to access here as well, but more to that later. I also uploaded three more videos on my Youtube Channel, so you might want to check them out, too. It is Saturday night and I am sitting on my sofa, writing these lines, disastrous FOMO constantly knocking at my mind.
I just had a drink with my sister and her lovely boyfriend and at nine we conceded that we were all really tired and wanted home. I had a tummy ache, she a headache and he was awfully tired (what a pathetic bunch of people we are). Anyway, when I wandered to the bus and saw all the people chatting, dolled up for their exciting nights, I felt I was missing out by going home but the alternatives were just not acceptable. My man is out, too, but his idea of fun is just wrong (standing in a club too loud to talk, but not dancing and tapping your feet to the sound of the electric music is just not a good idea of fun, honestly), so I headed home, made a cup of tea and curled up on the sofa. Now I am thinking. Why are people - especially my age - permanently required to party? Why are we and the world constantly told that EVERY twenty-something person wants to party and enjoys standing in a club with drumming music, wedged between to idiots who are squeezing your butt in turns? Why are you boring if you choose a Saturday night environment which allows enough space and oxygen? Even as a teenager the idea of clubbing and getting wasted didn't appeal to me and I always preferred a book and a cup of tea to a cup of tea. Don't get me wrong, I like socialising and also dancing. When there is a house party with a bunch of people I know and like, count me in. When I went to Meltdown back in London and drank with funny people or went out with the people from Haymarket, I had a lot of fun, I am not saying it is impossible to have fun going out per se, but I don't understand why it is indoctrinated into people my age that something is wrong with you if you don't like it. About twice a year, I convince myself that I have to go out more often and when I find myself squeezed between drunk people, can hardly move an inch and have to shout everything I want to communicate, I wonder whether it was really worth trading my sofa and cup of tea for this... Additionally, the idea of going out, I would say, ultimately serves the purpose to find someone to spend the Saturday nights with on the sofa, right? If you want to find a partner and don't like the idea of internet dating, there is not much choice. I, however, have already found my sofa-mate, so the purpose of going out in a slutty dress have become quite unnecessary. I remember when my man and I were freshly together we went out quite a lot with his friends and mine. Back then, we were like THE annoying couple. You know, the couple which makes everyone say "Get a room" because we were more or less having sex in front of everyone. We were so madly in love that we didn't talk to others, we just looked doe-eyed into each other's eyes and snogged until our lips were sore. At some point, I thought it would be so much more comfortable to do this horizontally on the bed or sofa instead of amidst people we knew and who had phones to take pictures of us. So, we stopped going out for a while and spent more time naked in bed, which, I think, everyone was grateful for. So, ultimately, I want to say that although I know it is ridiculous to be talked into going out if you don't enjoy it, FOMO sets in whenever I am not watchful enough to fend it off, but it is ok, I think. Probably sometimes it is even needed to get out more often. However, not today. Tonight will be dedicated to listening to Kate Rusby, sipping hot tea, writing and reading, and there is nothing wrong with that...I hope...
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AuthorIn September 2015 I started a new chapter of my life by moving (temporarily or permanently, not yet decided) to England where I work and socialise now. Archives
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