Mr. Bad Karma

Well well well. It’s been an enormously long time since the last post. Maybe I should get back on the saddle. There’s not that much to complain right now but I’ll try. One lasting subject is relationships and in my case the lack there of.

See I haven’t been in a relationship, say, ever. I am just not that guy that women would find irresistible, or even to put it in perspective, pleasant. I don’t know why that is since there’s not that much physically wrong with me, although I am quite short and a bit fat. I wear ok clothing, I’d presume. So it’s not like I am a circus freak ot anything. I believe I have a good personality though but I never even get to show it as women usually have this "go away creep" look if I am closer than 50 meters to them. If I write to women on an online dating service, I get no replies nor do I get any spontaneous flirts etc. So I guess Cupid’s passing this one. 

However at summer it seems that some women look as though they might be interested in me or might find my appearance in some level acceptable if not even appealing. But that really gets my guard on. I mean during fall/winter if the climate is cold so are the women towards me, I get no interested looks ever. The snow really shovels on me then. That makes me feel a bit contradicted. Why would I start a relationship if I knew that half of the year this person wouldn’t even look at me but when it happens to be sunny and warm, she suddenly for some reason gets em… horny. I mean I bet it’s the sun and not the me that is making these women more interested in me. I guess there’d be a big chance that when the winter comes, the love if there ever was one, goes away.

 And then they dare to complain on magazines and newspapers that women don’t get men. Well women, it’s really you who are acting weird making men freak out.

Not only do I have a noisy negihbor but also it seems that also a laundry room stalker has moved in to the building. I went to the laundry room at the time I had reserved it in the reservation book. I notice that the dryer is still on. Well, there is this woman there that starts talking to me about a lock thing on the wall and asks what it is. I say I do not know and she replies something. Then she talks about how booked the laundry room is all the time and I agree. She proceds to flip through the washing machine instruction sheet and explaining that she just moved in and she needs to learn how the machines wok. I still agree a little confused about what’s going on. Then she leaves and I proceed to turn on the washing machine.

After I start the cycle  I wait around few minutes to see that the machine starts properly, as I am waiting I go to the reservation book and glance on it. It’s full of angrily scribbled comments and remarks of somebody asking whose each reservation is and that it is not allowed to book several hours in one session and answers telling the person making the remarks to get a life. Beside the book there is a separate piece of paper saying that people need to stop stalking the reservations and stop stealing stuff from the machines.

My load is ready in 50 minutes or so and when I go to get my laundry, another woman steps in to the room and proceeds to unload the dryer. This is when I connect the dots. The earlier woman must have been the laundry stalker that has written all the booking remarks and questions on the book. She was stalking to see whether I use my booking or not. I mean there has never been any remarks written on the book before, she said she just moved in and the laundry in the dryer wasn’t hers.

So I’ve met my first apartment building watcher. How nice, can’t get any better than this. I hope she didn’t steal my laundry. If she did, I wouldn’t know.

I needed to get lunch at work and decided to go to grocery store around a kilometer away (0.6 miles). So I am getting back with a take-away meal in my hand. I am crossing the supermarket parking lot when this damn crow starts to follow me. Like every now and then it swoops past me. Few times I run at it to get it fly away but it keeps coming back. I kid you not that it follows me the whole fucking way back to my office building doing these sudden attacks to get my food. Fucking creepy birds.