…offspring

It can be your partner’s exes offspring. And your partner may love it. Which makes you hate it, even though it’s a child. Because the child isn’t your partner’s, neither biologically nor legally, yet it’s there – in the middle of your relationship. Creating friction. And it makes the ex ever-present too. And that’s reason enough to start contemplating calling the whole thing off, even though it’s the last thing you want.

…being taken for granted

I constantly am. Being taken for granted. Like this evening when my building was to have a communal bbq, which I’d prepped b buying sausages (gourmet style) and required fixings, and no one showed. Not one person. NOT A SINGLE PERSON SHOWED. Damn them. Damn them all to hell.

…privacy

I don’t have any need for privacy. If people weren’t so bloody prude and sensitive I’d write about actually bloody things. Like blood. I need someone to talk to

…exes (still)

Their existence. I’m a jealous person. I’ve turned out that way from past experiences, that have also made me cynical and suspicious. All awful traits, really. You know what else I hate? My own insecurity. Especially regarding exes. If someone tells me he loves me, why can’t I just believe it? Even if he speaks to his ex on the phone shortly thereafter? Surely that doesn’t change anything, so why can’t I get that into my head?

…LHR

They’ve lost my bag. As in, they can’t locate it. I left Sweden on Thursday morning, via LHR, and the bag’s whereabouts are unknown since

There goes the Christmas presents…

…medicines

Some of them make you gain weight. Which is the last thing you want after having just lost shitloads. Like Enbrel. And Humira. Sigh.

…5,7% of the Swedish population

They’re obviously stupid. And scared to speak their opinion in the open. I mean, 1 in 20? Seriously? I suspect one person, one, of my aquaintances to have voted that way, but that makes her 1 in like 200. And she’s not a friend. Who are these people? They ought to show themselves so we can have a debate with them…

…bikers

And I mean people on bicycles here, not motorbikes. They’re oblivious of other bikers around them. No one signals that they’re making a turn, you’re just expected to somehow “know” where they’re going. And this is in the bikelanes. Oh, and they hit the brakes for no apparent reason too. Annoying is what they are. I can only assume that they don’t have drivers licences since they also don’t seem to know of any traffic rules either. Sigh.

…PW

He is everything I wrote about in the last post. Asshole.

…men

They’re a bunch of cheating wankers. I’m drawing this conclusion from recent experiences.

They’re assholes who don’t mean a fraction of what they say, who play games, who deliberately humiliates and plays you, who lies and cheats, who are incredibly rude, who use you for their own good. In short – not worth the air they breathe.