Me, Myself and I
And so I found myself sitting on the stadium bench, more precisely in the die-hard fans’ sector.
In front of me, the rugby national team was somehow banked up with the Scottish guys.
On my right side, a brass band was playing O Sole Mio from the top of the bleachers; on my left, several men wearing kilt were piping Flower of Scotland on very picturesque bagpipes.
Sometimes I feel really frustrated. Real life can be really disappointing and no matter how hard I try it can’t match to my expectations. Someone would say I’m a dreamer who loves to detach from disappointing realities cuddling an illusion, others just gave me their time to talk it out and feel a bit better, but usually this bright mood lasts a few hours and soon my mind is rushing into a labyrinth of thoughts bringing me nowhere, if not back at the starting point. Growing up I discovered that there are only two things that make me feel better: writing and travelling.