Part 035 · ~1 min read

My life seems so dull, and there is nothing major to report. Some people can write books daily, and here I go with the usual four lines…

You guys must think I am an unhappy guy, full of complexes and without friends… Well, in a way, I am, but I am not unhappy. Let’s say that I do not find anything I do “special”; nothing is worth mentioning. I realise that when I talk to people about my trips around the world, they look at me as if I told them that I have been to the moon with Michael Jackson and we moonwalked together with Elvis Presley and Marilyn Monroe, but for me, it’s just nothing…

Sometimes I don’t know if reactions are just a way to take the piss or real admiration.

I am pretty shy, as a person, and with women, I am even worse! I cannot start a chat unless I get introduced by someone or someone from my work environment. But even then, I cannot transform a business lunch into a date… I am really bad. I am exactly Mario’s opposite. Lucky man, he is! Okay, people, there is nothing worth mentioning again today. Catch tomorrow. I didn’t even feel like going jogging this morning, and tonight, the same.

Good night!