thoughts in exile - offline series (I)
for some, it might be a strange sight: me, alone in the local pub with my coffee and my whisky (1,70€ for both - the end of the world is still cheap). i miss my cigarrettes though, but hey - it's the homeland, and there are some things that have to remain secret for the time being.
it's sad, but true - i have no acquaintances with most of the people i've grown up with. therefore, when i come home for a couple of days or even for holidays, i never seek any company to go out, let alone to sit at the pub and have a drink. well, it happens sometimes - we talk about the weather, about the life here and in lisbon, about this guy or that gal. about the holiday, about that football game. nothing really interesting. they're bound to find me the most uninteresting guy on earth: the one who talks about things no one care to even think about, the one who reads books that no one reads, the one who was still studying a couple of months ago. for some (i know who you are and where you live *insert maniac laugh here*) i know i'm merely a snobish son of a bitch in a permanent ego trip who thinks himself better than anyone down in this end of the world.
on the other hand, i see all those souls without a single purpose in life. i go downtown, i pick a chair at a table in the pub, i have a couple of beers with my old friends. we talk, i get bored. nothing interesting. too many opinions that have no logical foundations, when it's pointless for me to discuss any idea - who would understand?
we have anything to do with each other, me and the folk who have grown up with me. that's why i rather stay alone in the pub, quietly drinking my black coffee, my whisky, lacking my cigarrette, wishing to be somewhere else with my girlfriend or with any of the good friends i've met in lisbon.
but hey, the whisky is still cheap down here.
it's sad, but true - i have no acquaintances with most of the people i've grown up with. therefore, when i come home for a couple of days or even for holidays, i never seek any company to go out, let alone to sit at the pub and have a drink. well, it happens sometimes - we talk about the weather, about the life here and in lisbon, about this guy or that gal. about the holiday, about that football game. nothing really interesting. they're bound to find me the most uninteresting guy on earth: the one who talks about things no one care to even think about, the one who reads books that no one reads, the one who was still studying a couple of months ago. for some (i know who you are and where you live *insert maniac laugh here*) i know i'm merely a snobish son of a bitch in a permanent ego trip who thinks himself better than anyone down in this end of the world.
on the other hand, i see all those souls without a single purpose in life. i go downtown, i pick a chair at a table in the pub, i have a couple of beers with my old friends. we talk, i get bored. nothing interesting. too many opinions that have no logical foundations, when it's pointless for me to discuss any idea - who would understand?
we have anything to do with each other, me and the folk who have grown up with me. that's why i rather stay alone in the pub, quietly drinking my black coffee, my whisky, lacking my cigarrette, wishing to be somewhere else with my girlfriend or with any of the good friends i've met in lisbon.
but hey, the whisky is still cheap down here.
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