Drinking thinking indeed. The evenings suck. The day is so busy and on the go, but around 5 or 6 the world practically stops. I would like to say that I pass the time with a good beer but I really can’t because I don’t know where the nearest liquor store is, let alone the cheapest one. So I eat with the family- then I wander up to my room and watch movies. And surprise, surprise, the moody, gloomy posts that you get from me are pretty much exclusively written in the evenings, when I’m bored, and wishing I had something to do. So, to any doubting Thomas in the crowd- no, I do not spend my evenings drinking (with the family or alone)*, I spend them in (get this :D ) solitude and contemplation.
Yeah, I know it sounds totally lame- but it’s not that bad. Because, despite the fact that I am usually an overbearing, rude, jackass, I actually like spending time with the me I am when I am alone. The only person I talk to is the voice in my head and since it’s me it doesn’t care if I am not such a nice person. It doesn’t care if I didn’t brush my teeth after supper or even if I am not wearing clothes (I am, but that’s not the point- focus here people!) I may be alone for most of the evening, but I am rarely lonely. I mean- it’s pretty sweet that I am a best friend to myself. I just wish that the things that make Germany different from Canada weren’t always so big. Besides, as much as I love believing home is actually a phone call away- it isn’t really. Plus, I can’t even use my cell phone here, so home is just that much farther away… and I’m hungry. Oh well, at least I have fabulous breads, meats and cheeses for my bunwich here :) love it.
*No- I really haven’t been drinking. No, I am not lying about not drinking. So stop nagging.
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