Do you know the kind of loneliness that hits you in the middle of the day? Not the one you occasionally feel at night when you're home alone, but the one that strikes in the middle of an activity? No? Lucky you! In that case, like many of the things I write, the following may … Continue reading Lonely Times
In the final year of high school, most Luxembourgish students have the pleasure of reading and discussing Goethe's Faust, a masterpiece from the 19th century. Since my memory of Faust is a little blurry, allow me to quote the following from Wikipedia in order to explain what it's about: "Faust is the protagonist of a … Continue reading Gretchenfrage
Go back to start − each of us has had to deal with that phrase and its consequences when playing Monopoly. Little did I know back then that Monopoly was actually preparing me for real life. Yes, this is another post about the quest for a life partner. Are you tired of those yet? If … Continue reading Back to Start
Have you ever seen one of those movies in which, at some point, one of the characters looks into a room full of other happy characters through a window? The character is all alone and unhappy and wishing to be a part of the group he's looking at from the outside, both craving a connection … Continue reading On the Outside Looking In
The idea for this blog post came to me when I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom (credits to my bladder!), pretty much out of nowhere. As I was dragging myself out of bed and stumbling my way to the bathroom in the dark, an idea suddenly popped into … Continue reading Chasing Ghosts
I'm back in my bubble. What's the bubble, you may ask? It's my safe space. It's where I go when the world is too much, it's the one spot where no one and nothing can hurt me. My bubble isn't quite bulletproof but I'd say it's pretty close to that. You might think that the … Continue reading The Bubble
Have you ever missed someone so much that it caused actual physical pain? A knot in the stomach at the thought of the one you're missing, an unfilled void, a constant longing to be with someone. People tell each other that time heals all wounds and I agree with that to some extent but it … Continue reading On Missing Someone
