Yesterday I went to have a look at a vacant room in Leiden. The housing corporation told me it would be 25 m2 for 340 euro a month, which sounded like a sweet deal to me. In my mind I was already moving around furniture in my "new" room.

Ever since the exam on wednesday I've been ill, my head hurts, my shoulders hurt, my ribs hurt, my stomach and belly are upset, my legs are tired and in general there is pain everywhere. Still I hoped this room would make my life a better place so I went anyway.

When I got there, heavily drugged with painkillers, it turned out to be a bit smaller than expected, there was no way my bookcase would fit in there. That was of course a dealbreaker for me, so I lost interest as soon as I entered the room.
Unfortunately I couldn't just leave, because someone poored me tea and asked me to sit down in a circle with a dozen insippid, clueless, giggling girls. Most of them were there, because they were interested in the room, the rest already lived in the ramshackle house. They all loved baking pies, shopping and doing "fun stuff".
We were told that the landlord was a bit "weird" and the facilities quite poor. The "view on the ancient keep" turned out to be a view on an ancient wall right in front of the window, blocking out all light. Still most of the visiting girls kept smiling, convinced it would be a brilliant place to live.
When I pointed out that the room was not 25 m2, something blonde argued that a friend of hers had a room of 25 m2 too, and that one was even smaller than this one. I decided to just shut up...

That worked only for a small measure of time though, for I was soon asked to tell something about myself. I would rather have left the building, but it didn't seem like the right time to walk out, what with them all staring at me expectantly, so I just gave them a small description of myself.
It all went wrong when something curly made the clever remark: "So you must be really good with computers". To give her a fair indication I replied with: "At least more than you".
I quietly left when the visitors got a tour through the house. I would rather travel 4 hours a day, than live in that room.

My first conclusion was that if that is what girls are like (giggling, soulless creatures) I would rather not be one! But then I realized that if I were a man, I would have to marry a girl, which made me appreciate my gender all over again.
Another thing I appreciate more now, are the few clever girls I know. They are a rare treasure.

(In general people seem more stupid when I'm suffering. I guess I'm just a spiteful person.)

posted by Marian @ 1:25 PM 4 comments

At 8:55 AM,  Anonymous said...

I had a headache today too.. but as much as my head ached, it couldn't fill the void that some junky loser left in my little world of Tibia..

GO ONLINE & TALK TO US ALL SOMETIME DARNIT!!!