Sunday/monday hypothesis

The titel might be sunday/monday hypothesis, but I have to be honest with you… I don’t know if it really is a hypothesis. I don’t know if it means what I think it means and I was to lazy to look it up, so I went with it. And even if I don’t use the word correctly, it sure as hell makes for a fancy title, so there’s at least that.

I can almost hear you think: “Stop talking about the title, start talking about this maybe hypothesis of yours. Let is decide if you thought of a correct title!”. You’re right, so here I go…..

I have noticed a recurrent phenomenon for a couple of weeks now. Every monday I have trouble getting to work. Not because I hate work and would like the weekend to last forever, (although that would be great as long as the money would keep coming in even though I don’t work, because if not I could still het by for a little while, but hoe would I pay for food and stuff) but because I honestly have trouble waking up and staying awake!

So this happened week after week. Colleagues started to notice I was always a bit of on monday. They started to ask questions, questions I could not answer. “Why are you always more curt on monday?” “Why do you look so tired today?” “Are you oke? You are so quiet.” After a while of stating I just hadn’t slept all that well I started wondering…. It seems that most of the time I don’t sleep well is sunday night. Why?

At one point I figured that it may have something to do with the fact that the weekend had a different ‘vibe’. Every work day is more or less the same. I get up early, go through my morning routine, cycle to work, het through work, cycle home (sometimes getting some last minute grocery shopping done on the way there), spending the evening talking with my partner or to my partner, depending on wat’s on the tv, sometimes an appointment to go see someone and go to bed on time because the alarm will wake me early next morning. Not that exciting, I know, but I like it that way.

On saturday and sunday that routine goes out the window. Appointments are made, fun is had. In short, all excitement is experienced in those two days. Well actually most of the Times if even just starts on saturday evening, because my partner had to work on that Day as well, so I clean the house during the day. Is it really that strange sleep doesn’t come easy after all excitement is over and I have to prepare for work the next day? No I guess not.

I think I’ve gotten proof of concept this week. You are, both my partner and I are free on thursday. Yesterday was a busy one, loads of shopping done, going out for dinner, a lovely Day, but lots of excitement to ‘work through’. Last night was a bad one, so…..

Conclusion, after loads of stimuli my brain has trouble working through them, resulting in waking up several Times and having trouble getting to sleep (again). The weekend had most stimuly, espacially the way my week workshop, so sunday night tends to be a bad one.

Now you tell me: 1) did I use the word hypothesis right? 2) am I the only person that had this problem? 3) do you think I came to the right conclusion?

Sweet dreams 😉

Love, dreamer

Best Friends

Do you remember your best friend(s) from when you where a teen? I remember mine. The memories I have a warm ones.

I hear about childhood friendships that last forever. You met on the playground and after years of friendship you end up doing walker races in the halls of the home you both ended up in. I have friends of that caliber, but my best friend from when I was a teen doesn’t belong to that category. I didn’t know that back then and it does not matter that it isn’t one of those friendships, it was a good one all the same.

I loved spending time together and as far as I know so did he. We did all sorts of things including pretending to be vampire slayers on the playground in the evening when none of the little kids played there. As far as I knew we knew everything there was to know about each other. No one could ever know me as well as he did.

I loved every second of our time together, but there came a time when the friendship ended. Nothing dramatic, it was Just done. Around that time I met my partner and with that I found a new best friend, one that became to know me better than my best friend from when I was that teen ever did. Not that that’s strange, this telationship goes deeper than the other could go.

It has been years since I was that teen. I still think about my best friend with warmth in my heart and wondering hoe he is doing. I would love to bump into him at one point and to go have a drink and catch up, but I don’t think that will happen. I have this feeling it is a onesided wish.

This week I met him though, but not in real life. I bumped into him in one of my dreams and it was wonderfull. To bad the environment of my dreams was hostile, we didn’t get drinks, we talked strategy on hoe to stay alive, bit none the less, when I woke up it felt great to have seen him again, even if he was a figment of my imagination.

On another note…. Typing this blog and thinking back on the dream a question popped up. My dreams seem to be dark and violent quite often, why is that I genuinly wonder. Well enough of that thought.

Friendships, even when they don’t last. That friendship brought me so much, I Will always cherish it. I van only hope you have known/know/will know such a friendship.

Love dreamer

Shared accounts

I’ll start by letting you in on a little secret, because I don’t remember doing so before. Some of you know this, and some of you might have figures it out, but I made up my Facebook name, why? Because I had to be a real person, so public dreamer was not accepted as a name for my account. I am a real person, but I don’t want to write using my real name, so Felicity was ‘born’.

I am not that skilful when I need to use social media, so if there would have been another option for Facebook I could have used, I couldn’t find it. Sorry.

Why the confession? That has to do with something I did yesterday. Let me start at the beginning:

Years ago I refused to make a Facebook account. Why would I need one, I didn’t see the point. My sister however thought I did need one so she made me one. Let that be a lesson: make sure your siblings don’t have the password of your e-mail account. When talking on the phone she nonchalantly told me: “by the way, you are on Facebook too” when I told her I would delete the account she told me she would make another one if I did. Well what could I do!?!

I could have changed the password to my e-mail account, but I have a feeling she would have made An e-mail account just to make a Facebook account in my name. And thus it came to pass… I became a Facebook user. Not that I used it that much, but I started using it for the choir and stuf. I liked it.

My partner didn’t want An account either so they started using mine. They had permission and at first it truly didn’t bother me. They forwarded the occasional post from his employer, but it was still obciously my Facebook page. After a while they started liking sites, forwarding posts that related to their cycling and even started commenting on those posts. My partner used my Facebook account more than I did.

After endless asking to create a seperate account I had enough of sharing my Facebook account and I did something about it. Contrary to my situation years ago I don’t know the password to my partners e-mail account, so that option was out. Then I decided on just changing mine. My partner had used it so much it was practically theirs already, so I fidled until I found the right part of my account and changed my name to that of my partner. I changed the profile picture and banner, I changed the date of birth and everything else I could find. Then I told my partner to go on Facebook.

Did they like it. I think so. The only comment I got was: I could have made my own account. This one is connected to your e-mail. So I changed that as well and my partner changed the password. I made a new account for myself, so now we both have an account. It feels good to have my page to myself again.

Love dreamer

The Barber of Seville

Today I Will be going to my first ever opera and I am very excited about it!

I tried to dress for the occasion, but I am not shure if I did it right. Please tell me if I chose wrong, so I van take that into account if I go to another opera.

Most people (man and woman) where pants, but I like to dress when I go to the theatre. The people on stage make an afford to entertain me, so dressing up is the least I could do. The show had yet to start and I have no idea what to expect. The show is in Italian, but luckily for me it has ‘subtitles’ running above.

I’ve finished my coffee, so I’ll head to my seat. It will take some time for me to see the whole thing and get back to this blog, but you….. You can just read on and find out hoe my first encounter with an opera went.

Intermission, on my own, a drink in hand. Normally I would be watching people, but today I write. I loved the first act. It’s not a heavy opera, it had so much gest in it! I love it! Sure I don’t understand a word, the ‘subtitles’ helps a lot, even though they only translate the basics.

Upon finding my seat I heard the orchestra tuning. Only two rows of people in front of me I enjoyed watching the musicians warm up. Slowly more walked into the pit and the sound grew more and more complete. The conducter came out, we all applauded and the show started….

From the moment it began al the way to the intermission my attention was held by the music and the characters on stage. Not long after it began I heard an aria we all know (at least I think there can’t be anyone alive that doesn’t know it)…. Figaro. And for the first time ever I know what they are singing about!

The only anoying thing about it…. The woman behind me. They keep discussing what is happening on stage. Why!!! Just watch and enjoy. I don’t need to hear you talk about the ‘subtitles’ not working. Ever listen to music? There’s a lot of repeat in songs. If they put all of that in the ‘subtitles’ you would keep busy reading instead of watching. And the worst part about these women, after the intermission they had the nerve to ask another woman to turn of her phone, because the light bothered them. The. Curtains where still closed at this point. Sigh….

I’ve seen the whole thing now and I loved it. I will definitely go see another opera. We gave them a standing ovation afterward. Did you ever notice the following: everyone starts out clapping in their own rithm, but you allways end clapping in the same rithm.

I’ve had a blast! This theatre pass is one of the best things that ever happened to me! Tomorrow another musical, I have such a difficult life ;p. For now a last cup of tea, take of my make-up, brush my teeth and go to bed. Tonight I will certainly dream of love and idiotic plots to get together with the one you love. I can’t wait…

Love dreamer

Theatre

I love theater, but let’s be honest, that is not a cheap thing to love. Every once in a while my partner and I go to a musical or play, but not often.

There are so many shows I would like to go to, but there are a couple of reasons why I don’t. For one, I don’t earn enough money to go to all the shows I want to see. Then there is the fact that my partner doesn’t want to see everything I would like to go to. If we both want to see the same thing the date had to fit the scedule of the sportsteam my partner supports. Let’s be honest, going without company is not as much fun.

Sure during the show it’s ok, but waiting for it to start and during the intermission it gets quite lonely. Not that it stopped me from going, it’s Just less fun. Afterward it is nice to have someone to talk to about the thing you just experienced.

Then something wonderful happened. I die not het rich and my partner still won’t go to all the shows I want to see, but it got easier for me to go. How? That story begins when the father of my partner gets an offer je can’t refuse. Nothing indecent mind you.

There is this pilot going on where about 900 people het the opportunity to test a theatre pass. A handfull of theatres are connected to this initiative. You pay a fixed privé each month and in return you van visit as many shows as you like at the connected theatres. He subscribed for a pass and sugested his wife for another pass. You van suggest people on the site and if there is a spot left they get the opportunity to register as well!

And that is where I come in. My partners mum gave them the e-mail address of my partner and my partner decided I would be better suited for the pass. We signed me up! Tonight I have my first show.

The pass makes it easier to go alone, you already paid for the thing, so you want to use it. And the best thing is… You don’t het the cheapest tickets! You have to wait until 30 days before the show to order tickets, and when you do you get the best seat available at that moment.

Tonight I go see my first show. Next week I will go to my first opera! I can’t wait to see al those wonderful things, so who knows, this might not be the last thing you hear of it.

Love, Dreamer

Baby it’s cold inside

First of all sorry I’ve been absent for two weeks, but I’ve been sick. I didn’t know on what day I was living and slept most of the time, but I am better now.So what is there to share? I’ll spare you my time being sick, nothing to tell.

We’ve had a couple of nice days with sun and everything, so what to do when spring peeks around the corner to see if we are ready for her? Go to a giant freezer ofcourse! It is winter after all.

Why would you go to a giant freezer, what could you want to do in it? Well I have heard of freezers you van go to to ski indoor, but that’s not what I went to. The freezer I went to was kind of build of old sea containers. They got turned into one giant freezer for a couple of months for only one reason… Ice sculptures.

So the weather outside is delightful and I decide to go see some ice sculptures instead of enjoying this sneak peak of spring. I had not been to this event before and walking up to it didn’t promise a good time. The containers stood at the end of an old factory site that is currently used for events. Walking up to the containers a couple of people walked away from them and I heard one of them tell the other they had expected more of it followed by the fact she had heard others say it was too small as well. Great….

I had to walk around a couple of old sea containers to find a wooden stall where tickets could be bought. After buying a ticket my hand got stamped with the words, now you can go again after you come out. Again, that didn’t promise much. Then to the first container, waiting in line this container funtioned as a hallway you could wait in without standing in the rain or cold (not needed today). Halfway in I started to feel dizzy, great a difference in presure no-one else seemed to notice. After about ten minutes I was at the front of the line, a door was opened end I streamed in with about ten others before the door closed again. Instant winter. We walked through hallways of ice surounded by sculptures. You needed your wintergear in here. My toes froze after about a minute and my fingers followed suit, something I could not use, because I needed pictures to use one for my blog.

I was in aw. Most sculptures where beautifull and I had trouble picking Just one. It took about twenty minutes to walk past all the sculptures and I loved it. The smart thing is they made photo opps. Like the tea table from Alice in wonderland. The mad Hatter sad at one end and on the other was an empty chair you could take place on to have you picture taken by a person that came with you. Post these pictures on Instagram and Facebook and you could win a camera! I will not do that, but I will use one picture for this post.

When leaving the containers my glasses fogged up at once. It felt good to get warm again, but I would have loved to see more sculptures.

Love dreamer

Shopping Spree sequel

Today I went on another shopping Spree. Why? I needed shirts.

So this past week I have enjoyed wearing my new pants, but the shirts I wore with Them….

I have trouble eating without getting food on my clothes and with some foods you het grease stains that won’t come out. Well two of the shirts I put on had such stains.

Then there is the fact that I own a lot of shirts, but I only wear a select view and most shirts are short sleeved. So the shirts without stains that are wearable in winter are….. How do I put this nicely….. Grubby. So it was time to get new shirts to go with the pants.

Best step…. Finaly het my cupboard sorted and get rid of the things I never wear. Trust me, more than half of what I own would het thrown out. Or at least should get thrown out.

Will it happen? Will I take my time to sort through all my old clothes? Stay tuned and maybe you will find out 😉

Love dreamer