I mentioned earlier that I was kinda obsessed with How I Met Your Mother. That happens every time I discover a new series. Although How I Met Your Mother is neither new nor did I discover it recently, I decided a while back to watch all the episodes I haven’t seen. So I marathoned through all seven seasons.
After I was done with that, a new series started airing here in Sweden – Hart of Dixie. I watched the first couple of episodes and was stuck immediately. So I marathoned through the first season (second season starts next month), finishing with the final episode last night.
So Friday night and Saturday morning was spent with that… and then Saturday evening we celebrated Rayan’s birthday with a few near and dear. That was pleasant.
Today however is not. It’s yet another lazy Sunday when I feel practically glued to my bed, thinking about things that will most probably never happen.
I feel so depressed at times like these. I need more adventurous friends. People who like to do things and take the initiative to do it. Actually I need more friends period. But I wasn’t even good at making friends when I was a kid, when it was so much easier, so imagine how it is for me now. I simply cannot socialize with normal people.
I want to travel! Without my family. I want to discover the places I see on movies and meet new people. I need something… that is not this. I need new components in my life… such that are alien to my life. I’m sick of the same old same old. And I’m sick of being a boring person. Wish I could learn to be more.
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