It takes an extraordinarily long time to realise some things, half a lifetime, in some cases. Here is the momentous thing I realised on the bus today:
I don't like parties.
(It is curious: I like my friends. I like drinking. I like smoking. I like meeting new people. I like music and sometimes dancing. I like talking to people. I like dressing up. Somehow, put these things in combination and I'm in hell.)
I feel relieved at the thought that I'm never going to go to another party for as long as I live.
Iceland, six years after the meltdown
2 days ago