Life on Facebook

For no reason at all, apart from my tendency to procrastination, I decided today to write down all the statuses I had posted on Facebook the previous months. Unfortunately, they don't have (yet) a "Show only status" button and I had to search my entire wall, pressing repeatedly "Older posts". It is a pity I couldn't go back more than March, because I discovered a new, interesting and original approach of seeing my life.

Till February 2009: I remember I was taking all kinds of stupid tests, who always gave me stupid results and I had to remove them afterwards one by one. Why would anyone make public that in their previous life they were blood-sucking mosquitoes or that their "Heroes" alter ego is Ando - no superpowers but, still, good sidekick? I also found all my lost classmates (though I am sure that if we ever meet in person, we won't even say "hi") and I played some games, which I got bored of soon.

March 2009 - June 2009: My Facebook activities consist of finding and being found by friends, tagging and being tagged in photos, joining groups, writing on friends' walls. Nothing special - all that Facebook has to offer has not been revealed to me yet.


July 2009: Sadness and disappointment. Status 1: Tired / Status 2: Sophia is a SuperGirl and SuperGirls don't cry / Status 3: Je ne veux pas travailler, je ne veux pas dejeuner, je veux seulement l'oublier et puis je fume. That month also appears the one and only test I publish and do not remove ("What work of literature you are?"), only because I am my all-time favorite "One Hundred Years of Solitude". Here it goes: Anything is possible, right? I mean ANYTHING! Hell, you might sprout wings and fly away or you might live to see seven generations of your own family carry your name, only to be wiped away in one fell swoop. You might conquer foreign lands, travel through time, see a ghost, be a ghost... it doesn't matter. If you can dream it, you can make it reality.

August 2009: Facebook's belief in me and my superpowers subconsciously influences me and a wind of change blows. My statuses spread waves of curiosity to my 340 friends. Status 1: Sophia is thinking of taking that big, huge, enormous step / Status 2: omg! / Status 3: Sophia will take that big, huge, enormous step. My social life also improves and photos proving my participation in several events are daily added. Moreover, I fill my Notes with poems I like. I also discover the "Like" button and press it like a maniac. What Facebook does not reveal is that, amid organizing my future, socializing, reading poetry and keeping my virtual company posted, I also find time to work.

September 2009: End of August, the Fortune Cookie advises me to "look for new outlets for my own creative abilities", so I abandon literature, I empty my LivingSocial bookshelf and, with some help from YouTube, I start posting songs I like. Facebook predicts that I will get married 3 Oct 2010, provoking feelings of disappointment to my sister who manages to hide her bitterness after taking revenge by tagging me as "political guru" and "phone bill: $647.39". Moreover, my friend connections reach a higher level and now we play with statuses and comments. Status 1: Η Βάσια δεν θυμάται πού έχει παρκάρει, αλλά εγώ που θα κοιμηθώ μόνη μου τι φταίω????????? / Status 2: Tomorrow at last ! (+ inspiring "At last or at lust?" comment) / Status 3: Sophia has no fucking idea.


October 2009: Status 1: Sophia n'a pas peur de la route, tout ira bien :) / Status 2: Sophia arrived in Bratislava / Status 3: Αύριο είναι η μέρα που ξεκινάει αφού κοιμηθείς και ξυπνήσεις / Status 4: Αυτό θα πει ολοκλήρωση! Επιτέλους απέκτησα νούμερο τηλ που ξεκινάει από 090 :p / Status 5: Μάνα (που έρχεται αύριο με το αεροπλάνο): Να φέρω κουραμπιέδες? Αδερφή: Όχι, θα τους περάσουν για άνθρακα. This month, it's my Facebook moment of glory, as I get quoted (status 3, followed by another quotation, in comment form this time: Ο βραδινός ύπνος είναι αυτός που πέφτεις και κλείνεις κεφάλαιο).

That's how it goes till now, more or less. I feel I have a long way ahead still, as I do not know yet what "poke" is, nor can I compete with some of my friends who have groups dedicated to them! However, for the time being, I am totally absorbed in my status frenzy. And, moments before posting it, I announce you what my next status will be:

Twitter, anyone?

How it all started

First, it was that sperm that beat all the others and united with a specific ovary, creating my XX chromosomes.

Or, maybe, it was much before that - when the Big Bang caused a series of events that resulted in a cosmic soup that boiled and boiled until it gave birth to the first organisms, which slowly and gradually evolved into the human species.

Or was it later? Maybe it was that decisive moment, when I saw in the map the size of my country compared to the rest of the world, put my finger on a random place and wondered what it looked like. Or maybe it was when my parents persuaded me that I should learn English in order to " be able to communicate with those who do not speak Greek". It could even be a result of the first Lonely Planet documentary I watched, when it dawned to me that traveling could be something more than big hotels, tourist groups and monument lists.

Anyway.

The point is, I got the traveling bug as a kid. However, my early wish of visiting, feeling and understanding other places and people evolved into a desire of living them as an insider. At 20, my imaginary future self was translating books and traveled around the world with her laptop, every year in a different place. Then, in a race of collecting points so as to be more competitive in the job market and in a swirl of friends settling down "cos this is how it is", all this was forgotten - until this year, when a series of unfortunate events led me back to myself, helped me remember and re-invent my dreams and made me realize that it is now or never.

So. I postpone my Master and go live my adventure, starting from Bratislava. I may succeed, I may not, but damn me if I don't try! After all, as they say, "if you don't ask, the answer will always be no".

Some romance...

30+1 Things About Me

1. I sleep a lot, and when I say a lot, I mean A LOT...
2. ...and, usually, I see the most amazing dreams.
3. For years, I did not dare take an IQ test, because I was afraid of the results.
4. I give 100% of myself (to the point of obsession) when I find something worthy or challenging enough, but...
   
5. ...I get easily bored.
   
6. I never thought it would take me such a long time to get my university degree.
7. I love it when people tell me their secrets.
8. I think that hate is the worst feeling - makes you go paranoid.
9. Big grasshoppers terrify me.
10. I get passionate in "serious" discussions and I get loud without realizing it.
11. The longest I've been waiting for a man was 7 months; he never came back.
    
12. I am usually late.
13. I have dyed my hair only once (bright red) but I don't think I'll do it ever again.
14. I rarely get really angry - thankfully, because when it happens, those who see me, get scared.
15. I love tomatoes.
16. Sometimes, I have great ideas but I never write them down and I forget them.
17. I do not like red wine.
18. People who accompany me in book bazaars get really bored because I have to see everything.
19. I prefer reading children's books.
20. I am the living proof that riding a bike can be forgotten.
21. I got my driver's license only because I learnt that I could add it to my CV. I haven't driven since.
22. I want to visit India, Latin America and Iceland.
23. Not only do I suck at geography...
24. ...but I also plan my trips without looking on the map.
    
25. Purple is my favorite color.
26. I always pick up the coins I find on the street.
27. I admit that I like watching Hollywood movies.
28. I love Hangman but nobody plays with me because I take it too seriously.
29. I passionately dislike Paulo Coelho.
30. I have never seen Titanic.
31. After #15, I had to ask for help in order to finish this note.