I spent time in most of the bigger cities in South East Asia, but arriving in Saigon and stepping out in traffic was sure exciting. I immediately fell in love.
One year ago, I broke up with my ex out of necessity. I just couldn’t take it anymore. Her bullshit and the way she treated, I mean. However, I was quite crazy for a while after that, so I guess we’re even. Although, I’m sure, she won’t see it that way. I spent the next six months working my ass off, and partying till I literally dropped. A few months before I took off on my trip, I reluctantly moved in with three friends, two of whom I had rekindled the friendship after giving up on my ex. I also made tons of new friends during those first few months. My social life was booming. But at the same time it was a very lonely period, but my friends saved me from a lot of that loneliness. So, we moved in together, a few of us. Two girls, and two boys. Two of the outgoing type, and two of the much more quiet type. I was in the first group. However, I respected the others, and didn’t boss them around, or tell them what to do. One of the girls did, and she talked to us (me) like we were small children. She worked in a kindergarten at this time. I wasn’t willing to put up with that and told her off. The others didn’t. Luckily, I had already planned to go on my trip way before we actually moved, which was also why I was reluctant to do it in the first place. I never thought our friendship had really soured just because I told her off when she talked to me in a way I didn’t appreciate. Which is where I’m getting to after this long introduction.
I might also add regarding to my ex, I know exactly which date I got over her, which can be found in one of my posts, and pretty much exactly one week later I met another fantastic girl that I got very close to, and we spent five good weeks together; we’ve kept in touch, and we’re planning to do a short trip together soon just to see if it’s still something there between us.
So, back to my original storyline. I came back two months ago. Another good friend of ours was renting my room, and her plan was to rent out June, possibly July, and then I would take it back. That was the plan anyway. A week after I came home, I invited several of my friends to my parents’ place on account of them being away on holidays. I had already heard quite the stories about mentioned girl about her feelings of me, that she didn’t want me back, and how she didn’t like me anymore. I was very happy to hear that the others were now facing the same issues I did before I left. The only problem is that they’re to timid to really say anything, and on top of that, she is extremely sensitive, takes everything very personal, and goes on the defensive big time. And it’s not about not liking her, it’s about not taking the bullshit or condescending, egotestical behaviour. One of the nights she tells me of her plans of finding a place with her current boyfriend and moving out of the apartment. Which is fair enough, I’m moving back in and she doesn’t want me there, and her boyfriend needs to find a new place. What perfect time to move together. A few days later I find out that she’s been telling my old room mates, not including the new one, because she doesn’t want anyone in that room either thinking that that person has no say in it even though she is paying to live there, that she wants him to move in with them, and that he can pay rent for the tiny room, instead of actually having someone in there. In addition, our friend renting my room decides to stay in my room longer than August, but fails to tell me until I confront her about it, and when she left to go home to work, she let another friend stay in there. Which is fair enough if she’s paying for it. Although it’s my bed in there, and the deal was for me to move back in in August. On top of that, without the original three, not including me, had never agreed on having her boyfriend move in. Which they went ahead with anyway. The two timid ones didn’t like that one bit, but being who they are they accepted it because they can’t just throw him out. Which they shouldn’t, but they should stand up to themselves more and not care too much what others think. I try to push my one friend to stand more up to himself. He will do it against me, but not really anyone else that I know of, unless you push his buttons. In all of this I’m left out of the loop, and without a place to live. This last paragraph turned into a huge mess, and if anyone understood, props. I’m over it, and I’m over them. Well, especially her and the loud, obnoxious, know-it-all Irish boyfriend. The timid ones, and my other friends’ are still welcome in my life, but it’s going to be difficult since the first girl is “so important”, and I know with myself, the only way I’ll get over her very selfish acts, is for her to apologize to my friends, and give me a proper explanation. I don’t need the apology.
I am very happy that the one timid girl has realized that she has way more friends than just the first girl, and she has really blossomed while I was away. Other than that I don’t think anyone has changed but probably me. All these new things have forced me to think creatively, and necessity. What do I want, how do I want to get there, who do I need, how can I be better? First step has been to move in with my mom and her boyfriend. Which seems weird at the age of 25. The plan is to commute in to the city whenever I have work, and crash at what is known as the “monkey mansion”, but with me moving out it’s not really a “monkey mansion” anymore. No one there has earned the right to that name as I have, although two of the others do also have a monkey tattooed to their body (long story).
Second step is that when I have enough money saved up for a deposit, and some money to live off, I’ll move back in to the city. My motivation to work has never in my life been higher, so with all the money I’ll save up after paying off some debt, is to invest it, which is actually the fourth step. The third step is a secret. With all the money I save up, as much as possible will be invested. But I will try to have enough in my account for a rainy day. On top of this, I want to travel more. My last post determines I will be doing some traveling in October, but I might hurry this up till September sometime, but it’s probably only moved up around two weeks. If everything goes well, especially as I get more and more projects and contracts to work on, this will be doable within 2013, and by 2014/15 I should have a pretty decent life without financial worries and lots of traveling.
As to work, I got my first day of work less than a week after coming home, although the actual job was a bit later. Then I went to a sort of industry gathering, and met up with some old friends, and got a one day gig out of that. Then the Norwegian Broadcasting Corporation gave me the entirety of summer show on the opera house roof to work on. In one week, I’ll do two more weeks of studio work there, and then hopefully, during autumn, even more drama and studio productions. One of the rental companies I worked for a lot hired me to do a birthday gig on one of the richest islands in Norway, just outside Oslo. Their house is extreme, like MTV Cribs style, with their own private beach with white sand imported from Haiti. Mustang GT500 in the garage with an old Mercedes roadster, plus brand new sedans and rovers. Their own cinema, indoor pool, and what not else a rich person could have at home. I did a gig outside Oslo in mid July that paid for my trip there and back, and the work I did. In a few weeks, school starts again for full, and summer holidays are officially over, which means the event season begins, which for me means more work, and hopefully, I’ll get a lot of it.
I’ve always been somewhat in shape, and eating a decent diet. But I’ve been smoking too much and it’s really affecting my health. I’m now exercising and doing strength training almost every day, eating as healthily as I can, and I’ve cut off cigarettes. Cold turkey, and it worked. Although, I’m still getting my nicotine fix in the typical Scandinavian way, but without all the shit going down my lungs, and one of the packs I buy lasts me a week if I keep it in a fridge. My friend goes through one a day. At least.
I’ve really decided to turn my life around, and all these things going on has helped me do that decision, and now also forcing me to. The girl that I now have big feelings for, much more than I though I ever would when we met, is a big factor to making a better life. For one, we can see each other much more often, if I’m able to travel more, and with my Norwegian salary, I can do that much more than anyone else not Norwegian, working here, or rich. I really didn’t think I’d be here two months ago, or even four when I thought of never coming back. The upside is that I’ll save up much more money living with mom, and getting to my goal quicker. I’m going to hate the next six months, and that will be followed by a harsh winter, but with the goal in sight, I’ll survive through it knowing my life will be so much more awesome in a few years. I can sacrifice two or three years of my life right now for this.
My mom is also deleting the debt I owe her from borrowing money the past six years. All in exchange for my one year old iPad2 that hardly works, but will hopefully be fixed on warranty. I win bigtime on that deal!
This post turned out to be a big mess, and I don’t even care to go through it. I’m just thankful for the past year, even with the friends gained and lost, figuring out who’s my real friends, all the good times we’ve had together, my four month journey (which is not over) which is not over, and all the people I’ve met.
It’s been about seven weeks since I came back from my seventeen weeks and two days of traveling around South East Asia, and about twelve weeks till I head back out. Although, this time it will only be for two or three weeks. But it will be a nice change of pace of the massive amounts of working hours I’ve been racking up lately, and the amount I’ll probably be facing up until I leave. I guess the biggest change for me since I came back is my motivation to work, which has never been better – ever, or at least in many many years. And never have I been this motivated to go for the way of life I’ve dreamt of since high school. Having had a moody high maintenance girlfriend put a big damper to that, but now I’m back on track. Look out world!