Sometimes you want to go…

…where everybody used to know your name, but now they don’t anymore, because the whole place transmogrified into some sort of hell dimension!

Not quite a dive bar, but a long shot from a place you’d take the in-laws to. A nice, cozy bar where you can spend an hour or two in the evening. Have a beer, meet friends or colleagues and talk. And if you ever go there at night instead of in the evening, you can go wild and drink heavily to loud music. Not too run-down, not too fancy, not too cheap and not too expensive. I used to have a place like that when I studied at university. Several of them, in fact. Continue reading “Sometimes you want to go…”


The blurry, slurry head-adventure!

As I left work one day, I went almost blind. That isn’t the strange thing. The strange thing is that I was used to that and didn’t even mind too much. From time to time I had always just started not having a peripheral vision anymore and then everything I looked at would blur in half a second or so. A bit like when you stare at some unmoving scene in the twilight for 30 seconds or longer. Go on, try it, most people seem to have no idea what I am talking about. Continue reading “The blurry, slurry head-adventure!”

Psychosomatic Peanut Allergy

“10 more minutes” he thought to himself after looking at his watch. “Time enough for a little nibble.” The sandwiches he had packed for lunch had provided too little sustenance for the day, so he decided to top up his belly with a snack from the vending machine. His belly had already been topped up by the 20 pounds he had regained over the last two years, but surely a small pack of salted peanuts was justified in this one, singular instance, as it had been in so many others. Continue reading “Psychosomatic Peanut Allergy”

Of Fairytales, Blindness, and Battle Fields

Love is pretending. Having to pretend, just for the other to not be repulsed by you. That is what I genuinely used to think. Whenever you get asked a question, for example, you have to deliberate on what the correct answer is. And when you give the wrong answer, as eventually you will when you go down that road in the first place, a little bit of you will crumble up and die, leaving you ever so slightly more bitter than you were. After all, you only said what you thought they wanted to hear. How can the other one be mad at you for something that you did not really mean, anyway? Continue reading “Of Fairytales, Blindness, and Battle Fields”