Rediscovering the buttons

Got a short mail from Major Tom this morning. The message said the following:

so danish chicks are hot hmmm?? :D
get your fu*king a$$ over here...Pronto!

Major Tom

… it also had an 8 MB attachment.
The beauty of small things. :p

Rediscovering the buttons

It feels good to be home again. After my 5 months trip, slept in my own bed for the first time and stood an entire hour under my own WARM shower this morning. Awesome! I didn’t realize I missed my own bed and shower that much! Well, I obviously did!

It feels also weird a bit. I couldn’t find my Cd’s player buttons in the dark last night. I thought some things - like buttons - for instance, stay forever memorized in our brain, but they don’t! So, there are many buttons in my own house I now have to rediscover again. :-/

Another thing that feels weird, is the fact that I’m trying to convince myself a whole fu*kin’ afternoon, to go to the supermarket and do some shopping. As I lately use to move to places where nobody knows me - it feels quite different being back now, in a small city where many people know me. It’s not fear holding me back, or anything like that… it feels rather strange and undefined.

Like, if I encounter people I know, and they start asking questions I do NOT WANT to answer… what am I then supposed to tell them? Like, hey: let’s go to the pub and get drunk?

But once I start bombing my brain with the messages like: “Safety is an illusion” and “Place called HOME is an illusion too”.. I think I’ll be doing just fine.

It’s a psychology thing. The matter of finding the ” buttons”, and pressing the right ones.. So, nothing to worry about, for now.

Go to the supermarket Alex.. go to the supermarket whaha!

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…and now I just heard Major Tom is moving back to UK. Why Tom?
Why??!

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