{"id":56,"date":"2007-09-24T19:01:56","date_gmt":"2007-09-24T16:01:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/basbasbas.com\/blog\/?p=68"},"modified":"2007-09-24T19:01:56","modified_gmt":"2007-09-24T16:01:56","slug":"compulsion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.basbasbas.com\/blog\/2007\/09\/24\/compulsion\/","title":{"rendered":"Compulsion"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I might have a &#8216;problem&#8217;. I&#8217;m going to spill the beans to some people here, but in Holland I was smoking too much probably and I&#8217;m not talking about cigarettes. However, I have a rather responsible personality, so I decided going to Bulgaria would be a good opportunity to stop. So I left that behind. Days got more hours, time was better spent, energy was restored.<\/p>\n<p>Besides this, there was something else. Besides having a responsible personality, I also have a rather lazy (I say: effective) personality. I do what must <em>absolutely<\/em> be done and then I go back to doing nothing. I don&#8217;t know why, but\u00a0 for some reason I&#8217;ve always been getting good results for this (hence me dubbing it &#8220;effective&#8221;). Anyway, I didn&#8217;t have my placement secured just before the summer, so in the summer, and especially the two weeks before leaving, I had to do <em>a lot<\/em>. It was a moment-to-moment rush and when I came to Bulgaria I was still in that rush, minus the cannabis to calm me (and my mind) down. So I started doing a lot, arranging everything very fast and within no time I was settled.<\/p>\n<p>Here comes the problem though&#8230; When I sit at home, I can&#8217;t relax. I have to do <em>something<\/em>. I realize now that this sounds similar to nicotine withdrawal (I think, anyway), which would also be it, because I didn&#8217;t smoke cigarettes, but I smoked enough to get myself a nicotine addiction.\u00a0 In Holland I got rather used to not doing what I had to do, so there was always something I should be doing instead of relaxing. I have the same feeling here, but there are only a handful of things I have to do:<br \/>\n&#8211; Go to the bank where I opened an account, to get my card and settle some mistakes I made;<br \/>\n&#8211; Call my landlord to get internet at my place (I&#8217;m in a restaurant again now);<br \/>\n&#8211; Call an institute for languages to learn Bulgarian;<br \/>\n&#8211; Buy a coat, scarf and candles.<br \/>\nBut the last thing is not so pressing, I suppose.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe it&#8217;s stress, yet I don&#8217;t feel stressed now, I feel very calm. It&#8217;s only when I sit around the house that I get the feeling I have to do something. Ahh well, I&#8217;ll just fix the things on the list and see how I feel then. My prediction: the same.<\/p>\n<p>A sidenote: why is it that I can&#8217;t go anywhere without getting a card&#8230; They&#8217;re coming from all directions and closing in fast captain! Just now, while typing this post, someone struck up a conversation and added another card to my collection. This contact might actually be useful though. I hate it when people give you cards directly after you&#8217;ve introducd yourselves to each other. I will not call or email you if I don&#8217;t know you. I guess that&#8217;s a lesson for me. Don&#8217;t let it get to my head when I get my own card, haha.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I might have a &#8216;problem&#8217;. I&#8217;m going to spill the beans to some people here, but in Holland I was smoking too much probably and I&#8217;m not talking about cigarettes. However, I have a rather responsible personality, so I decided going to Bulgaria would be a good opportunity to stop. So I left that behind. 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