Joy

And then they ask me, what’s going one? ..."one"? "on", sorry! Not just "one" anymore. Very "ON", by the way...
I dunno, but life has been changing a lot lately. People going, people coming... When stoned or drunk I get "open", silly, and start to call and send messages to everyone, telling how important they are and blah, blah, blah. Luckily the Brazilians are too far and "too expensive" from me, otherwise I would be calling, messaging and bothering them too... A few nights ago I ALMOST called Junia on my mobile! Thank God my rational was stronger, even stoned and drunk! Shit...
But, anyway, for the ones who care... Yeah, I’m more single than ever here in this side of the world (in any side, actually). When I got in the country my heart was still Junia’s for at least 6 months (unbelievable!), then I extended my visa, we broke up, and shortly after that Jane (literally) caught me! There I was again, "trapped" in another relationship.
People always asked me... "Is this aussie your girlfriend??" ...No, never was. We were together for nearly 2 years, but never properly dating. As we say in Brazil, we "ficávamos" (they don’t have such a useful word for that in English), and because of a lot of little shit problems, we were never properly "together".
Now what’s happening is that (answering to a few people) a month ago she met this new dude called "Robin" (yes, like Batman’s partner) and is finally trying to have a proper relationship for the first time in her life. Don’t ask me if it’s working or not. As I said here once, I’m letting it be, putting my selfishness aside, giving her "space" and not interfering too much in her life anymore (just like I’m doing with Junia). As I never wanted her properly, it’s more than fair to let her try and see if it works or not.
In the mean time, I’m exactly like a few years ago when my friends and I founded the legendary "Patota do Baile": single and enjoying life as it has to be! It seems that God (or whoever) knew what was happening to me and put Patoto Nudel on the right time in my life. In 2 weeks I’ve been with the same number of girls that I’ve been in 2 years living here. Just because for the first time I’m really allowing my self to meet new girls and let my heart free for whatever (or whoever) comes. And, for the ones who REALLY care, don’t worry... Even when out of reality, maturity keeps me safe, doing safe, going safe.
Anyway... Time to bed, Monday is a few minutes away. No more joy till Friday, as life has to be.