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Writing is a sort of an addiction, and I am an easy fool for addictions. I am addicted to the wonders of men, to the soft smooth touch of a cool beer, to a breezy cigarette. I tried not blogging and the bug of writing kept nagging at me. Readers emails and comments helped too. Its a real ego soother to know you have some fans. Even if they are scattered in all corners of the globe and have little in common. Even if they don't know who you really are.
So two months in the big apple have passed by. Maybe a better term would be flew by. All these cliches about time are so true when one new experience follows the other.
Work, work was a breeze at first and now became a major player in my daily life. The casual and carefree Israeli attitude that assumes everything will fall into place and a charming smile will get you out of any trouble does not seem to work in the disciplined and very bureaucratic institute that opened its doors to me. Those great ivory doors that seemed all shiny at first are now well fenced backyard that permits very little breaking of rules. Last week for the first time I encountered the corporation and its punishments. For the first time faced a task that demanded all my will power just to keep from taking flight to the nearest airport. It was a tough week. Feeling quiet alone and having to fend for myself in a very dire situation. My wandering mind took me to the worst possible scenarios and a grey gloom overwhelmed my ability to think and act. For the first time in NY I was hitting bed at 9, waking up with the early sun and rushing to the office. Have not returned calls of buddies and fuck budds, not gone out, not enjoyed the night.
It is better now, the worst is behind and things are taking a regular course. Lucky that my love is coming soon, my better half.
An inspiring image by Benno Thoma
So two months in the big apple have passed by. Maybe a better term would be flew by. All these cliches about time are so true when one new experience follows the other.
Work, work was a breeze at first and now became a major player in my daily life. The casual and carefree Israeli attitude that assumes everything will fall into place and a charming smile will get you out of any trouble does not seem to work in the disciplined and very bureaucratic institute that opened its doors to me. Those great ivory doors that seemed all shiny at first are now well fenced backyard that permits very little breaking of rules. Last week for the first time I encountered the corporation and its punishments. For the first time faced a task that demanded all my will power just to keep from taking flight to the nearest airport. It was a tough week. Feeling quiet alone and having to fend for myself in a very dire situation. My wandering mind took me to the worst possible scenarios and a grey gloom overwhelmed my ability to think and act. For the first time in NY I was hitting bed at 9, waking up with the early sun and rushing to the office. Have not returned calls of buddies and fuck budds, not gone out, not enjoyed the night.
It is better now, the worst is behind and things are taking a regular course. Lucky that my love is coming soon, my better half.
An inspiring image by Benno Thoma
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