This is where it ends. It's been an emotional week-end. Rich and emotional.
Anything, but not just another week-end....
Friday started with a champagne break-fast at work. Yeah, we metour budget for the first half of 1998, I'm soooo happy. Well, I would be if I wqasn't such a disinterested GenX'er. Who cares, as long as work is exciting and pays well, who cares.
Friday, for me, gradually evolved into the biggest football game of my life. In a crowd of more than 100,000 people on the town hall square of Copenhagen, we watched football, like football had never been watched in Denmark before.
In a crowd that big, you feel so small, and at the same time so huge. Part of such a grand thing, I have only felt once before when Denmark won the European Championship in 1992. In that same square, I once again was part of a crowd, all with the same agenda. The same emotions, the same reactions to 11 men a thousand km's away in Nantes.
Back then, 6 years ago, I was in love, in the middle of a football miracle. I wrote this tribute to football and love (In Danish). I just read it again, and it still strikes me as having an ounce of truth.
Friday night. The giant football game. The feast the fête, the mass-hysteria, went a little like this.
Friday continued, dissapointed as we were, there was no return. Of we went, Ditz and I, to Nadia's party. To celebrate the end of her school years. Of we went, as I said, and got completely pissed. Pissed out of our minds. We drank, vodka, tequila, Arnbitter, vodka, tequila, beer; I threw up, we drank some more, until in fact I went home with a girl. I must admit I was in no position to do anything, or even think about what happened. But the fact is we took a cab. Sys and I. And what can I say about that?
I was thinking. Is it a coincidence, that the first time I lose my brain to alchohol, in about 6 months, coincides with the first time in a year I ended up being with a girl, at the end of the night. Is alchohol a requirement in that respect, or are we talking pure coincidence here. I don't think I really want the answer to that.
An emotion just passed through me. A feeling. There is something I really want to do. some reason I deliver myself on-line like this. Apart from the fact that it's fun.
It's an attempt at writing. You see, I used to write. Short stories, poems. Excerpts, letters. anything into which I could squeeze a fraction of the emotional turmoil that is the heart and mind of a teenager. I loved it. Needed it, it let me breathe, but I stopped. For years I haven't written anything but dreadfully boring university projects. Void of emotion. Void of me. of who I am. This is my chance to start again.
I must say, I'm not doing very well. These are disjointed commentaries, from an ordinary life. That was not the idea. Maybe one day I will refind the essence of putting emotion into words, and these pages will alight with Me, with that sense of me! but until then, you'll have to settle for this running commentary into my life.
Well, this is a beginning, but today I have more to write, so catch me here>>>