Thoughts about staying in

1 August 2011

I am done with all the social media stuff. I guess I passed the point where I suffered from the constant feeling of sharing everything online. Shared and be shared.

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First thought: Tired like hell. Looking forward to the new colleague to help me out.

Second thought: Today in the subway I met a well dressed family. After almost half a year of suffering from bad and sad taste in fashion of most of Czechs I could not believe my eyes that I can see two adults with two teenagers in normal outfits (nothing luxurious nor cheap) standing just a step from me in the subway. Of course it came out they were tourists. Since I got a job at the company I am currently working at, for the very first time in my life I started to notice what people wear. And I must use those words again – it is bad and sad. I do not want to point out Istanbul again, but regarding men fashion there and here, I must say, this ongoing issue about me dating Czech boy will not go away that easily. Especially when it is Prague where I am staying in.

Third thought: I am done with all the social media stuff. I guess I passed the point where I suffered from the constant feeling of sharing everything online. Shared and be shared. My Facebook account has been cancelled for a month and half now. I tweet just occasionally. And the second day of launching trial version of Google+ I signed up. More from curiosity than from the need of being social (at least somewhere). But I still do not give a damn. My life has not changed after I quit Facebook. Just the depression from having so many interacts and friends which means nothing. Shared and be shared. Google+ is another great waste of time, mainly for people that want to know more. So I think I might stay in for a while.

Fourth thought: One of my flatmates moved out. How does it feel to share a flat with someone for half a year and not to make the slightest impact on his life? She is gone and it feels like she has not lived with me at all. The only thing which has left is a funny story about her, locked front door and me on holiday in central Slovakia. I can not tell if I have influenced people I lived with. I guess that at least for the guys I lived with in Istanbul I am still the red head girl with the red mirror in the room. Because even though it has been half a year since I left Istanbul, one of my former flatmates from Istanbul texted me just tonight that he is in our favourite club and he misses me. And in the end of the day, it is all that counts. Because the people who want to stay in your life will always find a way.

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