Anger Management in Ljubljana

Well, I'm back from Ljubljana...actually I missed the whole part of writing my impressions from my stay there, but it's OK, in the end it was not anything special...actually it was disappointing, madre Italia makes me feel better about myself. The only things I actually did in the Slovenian capital could be described in a short paragraph. They were:

- get angry at my flatmates, who never cleaned and left all their garbage, hairs, WW I- oxygen masks, pizza boxes, Q-tips, etc. anyhwere...and I mean anywhere;

-get angry at the organization of the whole "mobility" thing, courtesy of the lovely MIREES and the University of Bologna, as well as of the even lovelier University of Ljubljana...if you wanna learn how not to organize student exhchanges and how not to treat foreign students who have no clue of what courses they are allowed to register, please contact the abovementioned univesities and they'll tell you all about it;

-get angry with the rain...and yes, in Ljubljana it does rain a lot, and the sun practically stopped shining in November and never came back until I left the city on February 1st...sometimes rain would be replaced by snow, which was cool, but it never lasted for a long time. But yes, at least unfriendly weather was an excuse for bad mood and total unwillingness to socialize;

-get angry with myself for not doing anything and not having any desire to change that. There's nothing more depressing than reading on the lower bed of a bunk bed in poor light..totally impossible...but watching Sex and the City instead is just great;

-get angry with my owner, who never showed the utility bills that we needed to pay, and instead always asked us to pay 40 euros with the excuse that he forgot the receipts at home. Obviously he had also forgotten that you don't enter in people's rooms without knocking, even though t's his apartment...in the end by paying the rent I am allowed to have some privacy, am I not?;

-get angry at people complaining about anything. Well, yes, life sucks and then you die. But I cannot stand when people complain. What's wrong? Since when did people become obsessed with trying to prove that they're doing bad in life, that they feel uninspired, sick, their teeth hurt, their sex life sucks, their partner does not appreciate them enough, that they ate too much because of PMS and now they feel like balloons, that they are cold, unsatisfied with what they're doing, worried...and most of all- money is not enough? Well, if the whole complaining-thing is some kind of a contagious disease, I just hope not to get it...or is it too late yet?

Well, that's about it. That was my life sequence for the last four months of my life. In the end anger became so overwhelming that I even had difficulties breathing. Or maybe this was not anger's fault, or my own helplessness. In the end, what did I do to change the situation? Nothing, just escaped to Italy a few times. To spend time with my beloved ones. I am grateful for that though.

There were some good exceptions, of course. Sometimes Ljubljana did not seem so bad. But this was always through the prism of a Joe Pena's margerita. And I am thankful for that.