Life is wonderful

Lately I’ve been counting down the days, hours, minutes and maybe seconds till I get on the plane that will take me home. Sometimes, I even check my back pack for my airplane ticket just to make sure that it’s in there. The reason why I do that is because I tend to lose stuff really easily, or else I’m a bit of a moron when it comes to keeping things and not losing them.

On the other hand the reason I am counting down the time, like a prisoner waiting for his release date, is not because I don’t like it here, it’s because I miss my friends –who can be counted on the fingers of my one hand…maybe take some fingers from the second one too- from back home, I miss my family and I miss my cat. I was recently informed from my mother that my cat took a crap on the front door after my brother returned from Italy and my cat didn’t see me walking in behind my brother.

But the point of this blog is not for me to sit here and whine about how much I miss my home and hometown and friends and blah blah blah. Because everyone misses something and most likely after I leave this town and get back to Greece I bet my head that there will be something that I’ll be missing from here too, even though I’ll be having everything that I miss now. Life is strange and life is not fair. Plus life is cruel but I am saving this cliché for later on because it will be more appropriate.

The point of this blog is the word “REJECTION” that recently I’ve come to become very familiar with. Even embrace the meaning of it and maybe secretly after a very long and not charming list of a 4 year mixture of failures and successes , maybe even to adore and need it. Masochistic? Maybe. But also true. I was on the phone with a friend of mine and I was telling him that if I stopped being rejected then we should expect something like the end of the world to happen and nothing can sums it better than his answer: “So true…”

Now, to all of you out there that cry out and moan about being rejected I have two REALLY PROFOUND things to say. Ready? Okay. 1: You’re not the only one, 2: The list of rejections will grow longer you will not always be accepted and embraced. So quit crying. Life is cruel.(see I told you that it will suit better here)
And now for a closure here’s the top 3 rejections I had and I can name from the top of my head. And I am very proud of them:

1: My personal tutor stopped replying to my e-mails
2: The plumber came and fixed the errors in every flat but mine where I live
3: My pitch for a feature got rejected by TWO magazines, waiting for the third rejection anytime soon

I am growing older. Not growing balder – yet-. I am becoming more bitter day by day. I am becoming an adult. Life is wonderful.

P.S: That's Chester my cat in the picture. If you're lucky enough he might take a shit on your door too.