Yesterday evening I visited a friend of mine whom I haven’t seen for about a month or so, he cooked some delicious meal and we watched “The Incredibles” and afterwards “Underworld”.
When I left (at about 5 in the morning or so) the minute I got outside the heavy rain started, so I ran to my car and cursed the bad luck that always seem to befall me… But then, quite unexpectedly, some kind of internal monologue went on in my head, like another voice saying “What are you whining about? You have been there for about 8 hours, it could have rained all that time as well and maybe it was just dry the moment before you left. And so what? It’s not you who has been specifically targetted. Drive home and wait in the car until it rains a bit less and go inside. No fuzz.”
So I did, and I wasn’t barely home and the rain already subsided, so I didn’t have to wait for long to go inside. So learning to relax is basically a chance of attitude towards things, I need to work on that more…
Maybe I’ll need to look at it that way as well towards the guy my ex cheated me with. I feel like I could tear his limbs out (still! and it has been exactly half a year ago), but then again… He didn’t do it to taunt me, if Iva would have had a relationship with somebody else it would have happened to that guy as well. When they were doing whatever they were doing at that moment I don’t think he had “Let’s get Richard with this” on his mind. Yet I have the wicked feeling that it’s unjust that guys like him just seem to get away with everything without learning from an experience, and that it’s a kind of duty to teach him otherwise. Yet I’m left with the mess, still receiving mail/bills from time to time adressed to her, getting phonecalls of irritating telemarketeers asking for her, and the fact that I had to go to the doctor for the damn STD test.
Speaking of telemarketeers, this beautiful gem of a conversation I had a few days ago (translated):
Me: “Richard Loerakker speaking, good evening.”
TM: “Good evening, [blahblah] from [lame insurance company], am I speaking with Mrs. erhmm sorry if I pronounce it wrong, Mrs. ‘Cowsherova’?”
Me: “No, you’re talking to Mr. Richard Loerakker”
TM: “Oh, erhm I’m sorry. Can I speak to Mrs. Queuecherova?”
Me: “No, I’m sorry you can’t, she doesn’t live here anymore”
TM: “Oh stumbles I’m so very sorry, my condoleances, I’ll make a notice of this”
Me: “Pardon? She’s not dead, she just lives somewhere else in Almere, but not with me anymore”
TM: “Oh, sorry, I misunderstood, I heard ‘She doesn’t live anymore’”, I’m very sorry to have bothered you sir, good evening”
Me: “Good evening and good luck in your next attempt to sell something”
- click - tuut - tuut - tuut—
I wish these goddamn calls would stop, it really irritates me. I think next time I get such call I just say she’s dead and save me a few minutes of irritation and the person who calls a few minutes of emberassment.

