Tediously in love

For those who haven't already guessed...I have now officially become the most boring person on the face of this planet. My usual excruciatingly bubbly personality (whoot whoot!) has since a few weeks limited itself to conversational topics primarily consisting of combinations of certain three-letter words I cannot seem to get tired of. This preoccupation has reached such levels that people are finally beginning to discover my true nature: that I am in fact extremely, utterly and completely tedious. Except to one person that is...

As I write this I am torn between a nagging feeling that not only is this nobody's business but moreover no-one probably gives a shit, and a beaming happiness that bursts from every pore of my sun-deprived skin. Should I divulge the reason of my sickeningly euphoric demeanor of late or should I pretend that nothing at all is the matter, and carry on talking of spring, the sea and the fact that my three-week countdown has commenced last Sunday? I choose the former. I cannot imagine anyone not knowing already anyway, and despite the fact that that last remark sort of indicates the futility of revealing myself here (because, true that homies, it kinda defeats the purpose when everyone who knows me personally is already in the know so to speak -dammit this feeling is even making me unaesthetically use the word "know" twice in the same sentence as well...see? booooring-), I am not really in the position to stop myself from yelling it to the whole goddamn world.

I
am
in
friggin'
love

So, there, I said it. The word is out now. I was kind of hesitant to spread the rumour, but it has reached a stage that has way passed denial. Denial is a dot to me. Besides, the amount of coincidence in this particular case is astounding to such a degree that it is hard to believe it all happened in the first place.

I have to admit to a dirty little secret before I go on. I bow my head in shame in advance before you read on, as we speak. I have done something totally unlike me. I have joined a dating site of sorts, where for the most part very bored people chat with each other, both in a friendly manner and to gain some sort of romantic liaison from the situation. I primarily categorised myself as a type 1 visitor - I had amicable connotations with all sorts, as I was bored out of my brain with the added fear of my Dutch lapsing to kindergarten level before I got back (which would certainly jeopardise my chances with the opposite sex at my return).

That is until I met this guy. This guy who has managed to knock me down completely, leaving a permanent bump on my already spinning head. Granted, he doesn't give it much of a chance to heal, as he keeps bowling me over every time I speak to him. I think someone should give him a prize. He's done something no-one has been able to do. He has managed to defrost me completely, yielding deliciously sweet lemonade whereas before I only had icy popsicles to offer that froze themselves immediately to one's lips and tongue, literally leaving a bloody mess when attempted to be removed. I don't know how he did it, and frankly I don't need to. I am just extremely happy he did.

The eerie coincidence I was talking about kicks in just about here. There I was, in icy cold Stockholm, desperately trying to keep shafts of ice falling down from the rooftops from cracking open my delicate cranium on the way to the 7/11, when I found out that this guy actually existed, by means of a website no less, and that he was living in my own home country which I am conveniently going back to in a few weeks.
But not only that. That is by no means all. Oh Lord no. It gets better and better. Not only does he live in the same city as I do in Holland, he lives in the same district. Yes my friends, finally I have met a guy that mentally fits me like a glove and who lives literally just around the corner, whilst being in a totally different country, and not only that, but specifically because I am in a different country. For if it hadn't been for the slight boredom on those cold nights in Stockholm, I wouldn't have joined the dating site. I wouldn't have found him. And all that gets extra bearing when I tell you that he, if I hadn't been in Sweden right now, lives 900 meters from my house in Holland. So ironically, if I hadn't gone here and remained in my own country, I would never have suspected that little over half a mile away I would and could find someone so dear to me now.

Life is funny like that sometimes I guess.

Should you wish to know how I feel, I will drop you an aural clue - listen to Lamb's "sun" and feel my heart jump with pure and cynicism-proof glee. Jest me not if you're sceptical. Happiness is all I care about right now. And happiness seems to have taken a shine to me, too. Good happiness. I like happiness.

Oh and dude, if you read this: raggen? haha