Cav's Place

Was looking through the other personal posts I wrote on my birthday over the years last night, recalling the events that led to the somewhat happy and hopeful one from 2007 and how that ended in early 2008 and there was nothing else since, those dreams and the character described in the one from 2008 and how that stopped happening after that period and I don’t recall her clearly showing up again since, and the people I kept in touch with for a longer time and felt at least somewhat close to listed in the one from 2009 and how badly things ended with those I was still in contact with at the time and also one that I briefly got back in touch with later and how I expect the same to happen with the couple of people I’ve been talking to for a longer time now. Then, after nothing in 2010, in 2011 there was that list of 27 things about me that I’ll probably always link to in profiles. After that, as the 2012 post states, it was all downhill, as you can see in those from 2014 and 2015. Not that it wasn’t always downhill at least after the start of 2008, or more exactly ever since she left with the exception of that period.
As for today, there was only a note from dad in the kitchen when I woke up saying he knows I don’t like the typical “la multi ani”, which translates literally to “many years to come”, so he’ll wish me good health, and then just now a “happy birthday” from Ada, to which I replied as you’d expect, since there’s no such thing. Unless I’ll see some others later, I guess it’s good enough, with just that one annoying typical wish. And I got cakes, though I didn’t even look in one package and the other two contained two “Penguins” each, which I hope parents will also eat from because I won’t be eating more than one per day and, even if I won’t touch the third package, four days is a bit much to keep them. Not so sure they will though, as this was obviously the result of me telling dad, when I asked if he could get me some after the blood tests, that the first time I bought a cake myself I jumped on those, from the only place I saw that had them, since I remembered I liked them when I was little. So now he sure overdid it, as is quite typical of him.

Otherwise, attended a protest this evening. As I wrote in the description of the album with the photos I took, it had to do with the bear cub shot in Sibiu, and since people were asked to do so I did bring a small teddy bear as well, noticing there that I could hook it on something and found a way to do so in order to have it on my chest, visible despite the small size and leaving my hands free. Didn’t leave it there to be donated to orphan children though, as those who wished could do, since I had picked it up from the pile of stuffed toys in my mother’s bedroom, even if I guess at least most of those were mine from when I was little.
One last thing I’ll mention about that is that somebody seemed to take some interest in me, apparently starting from noticing how I had tied the bear, and then asked for my e-mail to keep in touch. Since I typed it on her phone, using the touchscreen, I sure hope I typed it right, because while I looked a couple more times I still don’t feel quite sure, probably because the few times I tried to use touchscreens before I couldn’t even dial a phone number without needing to cancel several times and now I just had to delete a wrong character once. But then again, maybe it’ll be better if I did type it wrong, since I keep remembering how quickly and how badly things ended with the person I ended up talking to at one of the first protests I attended. I mean, she quickly told me I should be lynched for my ideas despite agreeing that the problem is real and the biggest one the world is facing and that the solutions she’d find acceptable could never be enough to solve it, so I’m expecting something similar now, since it’s highly unlikely that I’ll find actual friends, especially “real life” ones. The way things turned out with Ada is just further proof of that, even if we’re still talking for the time being.