One toilet cubicle, five legs and a boot… it’s probably just nothing, right?

Lavinia:

Hmmmm…some people….:))

Originally posted on Metro:

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Nothing says romance like a threesome in a public loo (Picture: Paparkut/Imgur)

Oi oi, what the flipping heck’s going on here then?

Of the many things you wouldn’t expect to see when entering a public toilet, three pairs of legs (well, two pairs and one single leg) crammed into one cubicle is up there.

But that’s exactly what one unsuspecting loo-goer encountered.

So what the hell were they up to?

Sure, one of them may have had a nosebleed and the other two rushed in to help, and had to take off all their clothes to soak up the blood. Or maybe three friends had just been shopping and decided they had to change into their new clothes that instant… in the same toilet cubicle.

But let’s be honest, they were probably enjoying a three-way rumpy pumpy session.

But if that’s the case… what position do you call this?!

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Sunday: A Fine Balance, Jack the Ripper, Peppa Pig

I have just finished reading A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry. A sad tale of a few individuals living in India. The central idea is that some people adapt to changes and loses and some don’t. Pretty much, a story like life itself: bittersweet.

Each book we read conveys more than one message. For one, there is the obvious message, that stays with us throughout the reading and then there are the discreet messages that we only receive if they are addressed to us. We all have questions that torment us and we are all looking for confirmation for what we do and what we think. When so, we have the feeling that our own universe is trying to answer us or agree/disagree with us on all possible channels. Then all that we read and hear and see become so personal, feeding our minds, quests or anxieties. 

Rohinton Mistry left me a message in his book, sensing I needed confirmation. I believe that a person comes with many layers, some to keep them safe (lcoldness, arrogance), some to keep them warm (love, joy). Sometimes the layers come off and on in great speed and one might lose sense of how that person really is. Some keep the layers that keep them safe for too long while others never wear them or wear them casually, like you wear a rain coat on your arm, thinking it might rain. If the rain comes strong and sudden, you might not be able to put on the coat before getting soaking wet. 

The thing is, I often forget about how many layers people wear and I don’t have patience to wait for them to reveal themselves to me. And it’s not because I am in big hurry. Because I am not. This is what this book reminded me of: to be patient with people, if not for their sake, at least for mine. Some of their layers might match with mine. Some of their demons might want to play with mine.

My fav quote in a Fine Balance

My fav quote in a Fine Balance

On a different note, here are the news of the weekend for me (I leave out the wars, the beheading executions and crashed planes, though):

- An American teen was arrested because he W R O T E in an assignment how he shot his neighbour’s pet dinosaur with a gun. USA allows people to own guns without many restrictions and that 9 year old girl that shot her instructor by accident is free (not that she should be jailed, it was an accident). And this boy wrote a piece of fiction and got arrested. Blimey!

- Identity of the serial killer Jack the Ripper is finally unveiled and … tadaaaa….he was a Polish immigrant. UKIP was right, after all (thank Zeus he was not Romanian, pfewww).

- Last but not least, apparently Peppa Pig is haram! A Muslim, incredibly offended by the pink piggie, wants her banned from TV and requests for halal versions of cartoons. Will ISIS put this on their agenda, I wonder?

Creme de la creme comes from my mother land. I don’t know which one to tell you, our politicians do so many blunders! For example, the new thing is that the minister in charge with the Romanians abroad has absolutely no idea how many Romanians are abroad. He “estimates” less than a million in Italy and over a million in Spain. I estimate that too, and nobody pays me a minister’s salary, darn it. Except there are few more other countries in Europe and few other continents on the globe where Romanians are spread but the matter is out of hands. Therefore, he asked THE ORTHODOX CHURCHES in foreign countries to give him an estimate. I suggest that Romania should close the embassies and consulates, the Ministry of Interiour and the Ministry for Foreign Affairs and open churches worldwide. In Romania there are more churches than hospitals, anyway…

That’s all for now. I will try to slowly get out of my misery this week because the plans are building up for the weekend. Also, I brought these two babies home the other day. Which one shall I start next?

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Autumn resolution: to get out of other people’s mess so that I can make my own

I am amazed by how many things I’ve done today. 

I woke up at 9, had coffee and breakfast in bed(oat crackers with rasberry jam, apricots and peaches)  while reading A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry. At around 11 I coloured my hair (I only do root touch up in my natural colour so no need for a hairdresser appointment), had a long shower and read some more. Later on I fixed myself a salad for lunch, read some more and cleaned up my room. Did the dishes and a load of laundry, changed my bed sheets, finished something I was supposed to finish on Tuesday, did my hair, read some more, had more peaches and a cup of tea, did another load of laundry. I didn’t do grocery shopping, hence no dinner for me. A glass of milk will do. 

Big deal, you might say. People do these things and more every single day and don’t brag about it on blogs. Believe me, I know, it’s just I have been in a sort of self destructive stage the past month and yesterday I decided I should get out of it unless I want to go back to depression. I’ve been there too many times and it’s no fun. 

I was off from work in August and what started as relaxation ended up being a sort of slow suicide. Mind you, I didn’t eat properly, I didn’t drink enough water and I over slept every single day. The result: no energy, exhaustion, white paper face and anxiety. 

I had a therapy session yesterday and my assessment was the worse ever. The therapist started digging for the reasons which came out eventually. I knew I was not in a good place, this lasts for a few months already. The whole situation is beyond my control, I am a victim of other people’s choices (story of my life, always trapped in someone’s mess) so at an unconscious level I retorted to my ugly reality: oversleeping to face less of it, starving myself to feel I have control over something. 

I know exactly what I need to function properly: a coffee a day, veggies and fruits, meat or fish, lots of water, exercise and a good sleep, no longer than 9 hours (I can sleep 10 to 12 but I feel horrible afterwards). I didn’t do any of this in August or I did some but not much and always without enthusiasm and I am ashamed of myself.

My resolution for this autumn is to be out of people’s mess so that I can make my own. I am so careful with my life and my choices that I basically have no major problems with what is under my control: I love my nanny job and the family I work for, at school I am doing great, beyond all my expectations, the friends I’ve made in London are all nice and decent, my writing is going well, my English is improving thanks to all the books I keep reading etc. My only problems are other people’s problems and I must put an end to this, no matter the price.

So, Christmas will find me in a new apartment and it will be jolly, with no one getting in my business, snapping at me, criticizing every move I make or don’t make, barking at me for daring to have reactions or opinions. At the end of the day is each for their own, right?

Some anxiety with a slice of humour on the side

I am having an anxiety attack as we speak. I’ve been having it for a couple of hours already and last night I had a similar one. I pretty much feel like screaming. But I don’t because I can’t wrap my head around what should I scream about first.

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Possible causes:

1. It’s that time of the month. That time of the month when I have to cut&colour my hair. I cut&colour my hair every other month. Two weeks before the visit at the hairdresser it looks just sad. And it has grey roots. Depressing.

2. In the past few days spent too much time inside, in front of the computer, reading about London, instead of actually exploring it. Pro: I spent no £££ and the introvert inside me is happy for the break. Cons: Hmmmmm…none. I needed this break.

3. In case sugar and mascarpone are anxiety triggers, it’s because I had too much Tiramisu last night and today. And I might have another one once I finish writing this.

4. I read like 400 hundred pages and o tone of articles in two days.

5. I had one month holiday. Of course you go crazy when you do nothing and then rest.

4. Maybe I need to up my dose or change my meds?

 

What to do (if you don’t have Xanax at hand)

1. Breath (I did. Not working)

2. Count and count and count (I did. In two languages. Not working)

3. Organize a drawer/cupboard/something (No, thank you)

4. Try to stay in the present. Don’t let your mind stray (I looked out the window at the half moon and the few stars, amazed of what nice colours the night sky has. Then I remembered the colours are because of the pollution and I got mad)

5. Call a friend and look for sympathy (Not my style)

 

What I did:

1. Cracked three eggs and beat them hard. Added salt and pepper, goat cheese and green onion. Made a hell of a omelette and wolfed it down. 

2. Talked about it on the blog.

 

Am I feeling better? 

No. 

 

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The Locust and the Bird

I have just finished The Locust and the Bird by Hanan Al – Shaykh and I am trying to sync my feelings about it. I read it very fast (I started it yesterday) and I am not sure it was a good idea to read it that fast. But I felt that the pace of the book was fast as well so I just kept up with it. 

I liked best the setting. I almost felt like I was following around the characters, like I was there, in a corner, taking a sneak peek at their lives. Not many descriptions make me feel like that.

As always when reading about how women in Middle Eastern are treated, I get angry. Then I remember how back in the day, Romania was not far from arranged marriages and husbands behaving like masters. And I get even angrier.

Kamila fought the situation in which she was dragged into by her family and had it her way, eventually. I always appreciate this, both in books and in real life: not settling for what you are given, but fighting for what you deserve. We all deserve to be happy, loved and appreciated for who we are, not for what we could become, if we tried harder, at someone’s request.

Kamila remained herself at all times and I love this about her. Involving her children in her mess made me cringe, though. Taking the kids with her to meet her lover, having the kids lying to the creditors for her, I don’t know…it sounds like child abuse to me and I am very sensitive about the matter, to be honest. She wasn’t better than her mother, who forced her into a marriage. They both wronged their children, even though in a different manner.

I know they were living different times but exposing the rotten world of adults to your children is wicked, in my opinion. 

One thing that puzzled me a bit: I lived under the impression that Hanan was Muhammad’s daughter. At least it was implied at one point but it never occurred again throughout the book. At the end of the book Hanan is reading Muhammad’s writings and she somehow connects with him. It is not clearly stated they are father and daughter but I choose to take this scene as a confirmation. After all, of all children, Hanan only has the gift of writing.

On a personal level, I must admit that Kamila being so hyper and all the blunders she was doing, raised my anxiety a bit. Usually movies have this effect on me. It rarely happens with books.

Now I’ll carry on with my Saturday. Because Kamila kept me busy, now I have to cancel a night out and carry on with things I was supposed to do today but I didn’t. Bummer! On the bright side, sister is making us Tiramisu so it won’t be a completed wasted Saturday night.