Am I Famous Now…

Lately I have discovered a surprizingly calm. I am calm, but is it the calmth I have persued all of my life? I have had periods like this before explaining my doubts about this tranquility.

Emails. I have been mailing quite alot with people lately. Mails have always been the way of keeping in touch with people for me. Must have been 1996 when I started my mail blog. It was my travel newsletter. Being notoriously lazy I send weekly a cc/bcc mail to everyone, with public answers on questions. I disgress.

Lately I have been sharing alot in my mails. I also have been drafting many entries. Way too many. My mini-psychological-biography. Instead of editing those drafts, I will occasionally rewrite and publish some of ‘em. It will mainly be streams of thoughts. Drafts will only serve as start.
And this intro was way too long, so lets just start.

Yesterday evening, enjoying my shower, I was thinking about my life style. I like tranquility. I like standing in the spotlight. Standing in the spotlight, being isolated with myself. I told you this was going to be boring.

I stood in the spotlight. Every Belgian police officer knows my name. They all knew my face too. Thanks Dad. His colleagues loved the son of. I isolated myself. Actually I didn’t, emotions weren’t allowed anyway.
I loved the spotlight. I started working as a waiter in a popular Belgian club. I got popular. I was alone. No rich star, just a popular bloke. I was on my own.

Back to today’s. I am a snob. I am a hidden snob. I live alone. I have lots of people around me. I can’t live without people around, but I want to be on my own.
I am a snob. I live a decadent life. I am lazy. I work hard and many hours.
To pay my habits, my lifestyle.

Did anyone say habits? My lifestyle is my habit, not any kind of drugs or anything else. I am addicted to nothing, nothing except my lifestyle. I love people around and want to be alone. But I need people around me.
Enough of the abstract, lets just start writing.

I work hard and many hours, but am most of time on the road. Except in the evenings. In the evenings I go to my own space. This used to be behind the bar, nowadays it is my own little comfy space.

You know the guy who’s always sitting in some bistro, cafe or pub? The one drinking coffee all day long. Reading newspapers. His notebook on the bar. He knows the whole staff. He knows all the regulars. They all know him. Everyone speaks to him, but he’s always on his own. Working, surfing, reading… drinking coffee all day long. He is furniture of every place. You can hardly go to popular day places without having seen him.

Yup, you got it… that’s me. Any second I can go out, even escape from work, I go squat a cafe or bistro. I go work.
They all know me. I know them.
Every day another place if possible. If I miss out one day, they mail me. Funny isn’t it?
I am always online… even when I sleep. Skype has replaced my phone line. My palm checks my mail perpetuously. A wireless network somewhere and I am online. So far I have been hiding from mobile devices. My cell only has bluetooth. To check my mail.

This was one boring post and now I am going for a cappuccino. Oh and for the smartasses under you, my IP? Yes, always the same one. My server serves me as proxy server. ;-)
Expect more of those entries soon. ;-)