Posted in Music, Personal rant

Personal rant about “Music experts”

I love music, honestly there is no other way to put it.
I mean, I love my family, I love my house and I even have a girlfriend but nothing goes beyond my love for music.
I jusr wanted to write down a personal rant as my girlfriend is spectating a singing competition as one of the judges and I’m kind of the extra random guy next to her. I’m amazed by some of the other judges here, there’s like a woman who works in a unknown radio, a professional opera singer and another man who I’m not sure what he’s doin here, and Im amazed by how they’ve got their heads shoved up high their asses.
Just to clarify, Im just a random music lover, a no one.
And let me explain it for you, I’m totally not saying they aren’t smart or anything but they are expecting to be listened and agreed with just based on the fact that they have some kind of title which, to me, is complete bullshit.
I mean, yes you studied but if you say something really stupid arrogantly it stays stupid, a title doesn’t make you smarter than me.
Kind of enough for now and let’s go back enjoying music.
Sorry for the long rant but guys it’s already been a hour and I wanna punch everyone in here.
Curtains.

Posted in Lifestyle, Motivation

Compass

I have no idea what this is about but I know for sure that there is something inside me that`s completely blocking me, something cutting me off.
I just can feel it, you know the sensation when there is something wrong and you it deep down.
Problem is that i`ve got no idea what the problem is, how ironic.
So I`m honestly gonna stay here and put things down until I find out cause is pretty annoying, not saying I`m sad or depressed or anything like that, just dead inside, living the same day all over again every single day without emotions.
Just a tiny summary, spent an amazing year in London then came back home and moved to a little apartment real close to my family`s house and probably gonna be here for a couple of months, we could say I had to fight some demons in my head.
Spending a year abroad was just great and I knew perfectly what going home would mean, and was completely my choice so I can`t even blame anyone but I was really scared to get sucked in, sucked in the daily routine which, living in a hostel for a year, is totally new to me.
To say the thruth is not that new, before leaving I was totally sinking deep in that routine but during the last year I opened my eyes and saw how it was on the other side and how satisfying it was.
It`s pretty sad but as soon as I came back puf, back in there.
So I was thinking, It actually doesn`t matter how hard you can try to avoid things, you can do the impossible and be the best but things still happen. My idea is, since stuff still happen we shouldn`t focus that much on preventing but actually on growing some balls and fight it.
Beware as always there are some exceptions but in general we can try to avoid something as much as we want but sooner or later something is gonna happen and we should be ready to put our best into fixing it.
Personally I don`t have a direction right now, I`m in a Limbo but as I always like to push the idea of being an example, I wanna give a special mention to my last tattoo. It`s a compass with a heart and a mic above it, let`s leave the heart and microphone aside for this time cause I wanna focus on the compass.
I believe all of us has one inside, it`s the thing telling us in which direction we should go, in my case the compass has only one direction, it only has the letter N on top where i`ts ponting.
The idea here is that everyone of us should be like that compass, always pointingin one direction, being it “forward”, not at the sides and expecially not behind. To make it easier we should be always looking in front of us and always going forward in our lives, no looking back or distraction, there is only us and what lies in front. Forward being improving aswell, always striving for the best.
To quote real quick one of my favourite phrases, which I`m gonna talk about another time, “Are you doing you`re best to be you`re best?”
How beautiful isn`t it?
Partial conclusion for now is that the thing blocking me is just me, I`m just being really really lazy apparently and since I deeply hate the kind of people who say really nice thing and then do the opposite I`m just gonna go out there and burn the freaking place down.

Posted in Bromance, Friends, Long reads, Travels

A Love Letter Of Bromance

I kind of feel the need writing this, which is totally gonna sound like a love declaration but it`s not, as I actually never told him how grateful I feel. So let`s write this down and I`m going to dedicate this to one of the best person i`ve ever met, as a matter of fact you`re probably at the top of the list and believe me it`s not an easy ladder to climb.
I also had to really push me back to writing stuff as I`m not accomplishing anything with my life right now.
So, let`s call him Giorgio for now cause he doesn`t know I`m doing this and you know, privacy and shiet.
I`ve been in London for 1 year and I met him around june i think, I was working as a receptionist and he was doing like a “stage” as the event guy at my hostel, he was the person endorsed with the organisation of the nights with the guest and if he didn`t mind also helping at the reception.
Gotta say the first day he was there was complete garbage, he was “helping” me entertaining the guests waiting to be served and occasionally checking them in, was a particularly busy day but I swear to god during that day I would rather been alone than with him cause in like 2 hours or less he fucked up so awfully bad my 9 hours shift.
And of course when I finished he was already gone out and I was so glad it ended I was like Oh cmon, who`s this guy now, coming here and messing everything up?
During the next couple of days he would come, gather people, drink at the hostel and then leave leaving a huge mess behind for us to clean, got me so mad in those days.
Then one night when I was off he insisted for me to join them and it happend, we drank and went out. Was a great night nothing to say, it probably was me, him and other 9 people and he`s been a great drinking mate.
So for the next couple of weeks we kind of went out every night, get smashed every night and talked about it the next day and I was sure we settled to “drinking friends”, god if I was wrong and honestly? I so glad I was.
One of the next days during the afternoon we got a couple of drinks and it was just me and him talking and chilling and it wasn`t like deep talks but was great just chatting about the future plans.
Plot twist, turns out he is an awesome guy!
And slowly we got closer, it was always us with random people from the hostel going out but after the club me and him would go and get food, completely hammered and making jokes.
So in London but even more in a hostel I found a stable person, a guy I saw almost every day and I shared great drunk memories with, felt good.
Needless to say we got our ups and downs as I changed job and could go out less and less but I would still see him almost every night drinking at the hostel, we would look at each other and smile.
No need for hug, brofist or all that stuff cause we knew deep down.
Have to admit, sometimes I would think I was just a random guy from the hostel myself and it felt bad but you know, can`t do anything about it.
And often he would come and we would sit next to each other and just talk again, not the usual cheap talks about the night and what we were gonna drink but more like when someone ask how are you and he cares about the answer.
Honestly all my best nights out have been with him and they`ve been great, we often talked about memories.
Something I often found myself thinking about was how short life is and how important is to have something to remember when we get old and finding someone I could relate to or I could share my thoughts with was so satisfying I can`t even describe, we understood each other.
I`m talking directly yo you big black bitch cause I`m totally showing this to you, you inspired me.Period.

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I have no idea where to start saying thanks cause I would start now and go on for a couple of days but to make it short you`re a great guy and you were the first one to actually push me to be a better man, to travel and in general to strive for improvement.
Needless to say I`ve got beautiful memories that I`ll always do my best to keep them close, might be far away but not forgotten.
There`s actually a couple of things I`m gonna regret, like not having more nights out and not telling you all of this before but I realised how much I cared only leaving, I knew I cared about you but I had no idea it was this much, I had honestly no idea I would miss someone this much but, caption this, I`ll see you again.
It`s been complete garbage leaving mostly cause of you, thanks, and the only thought that made the departure bearable was thinking that I`ll be back.
You`re an awesome guy, do not dare letting anyone telling you you`re not and do not dare slacking or not be awesome in general cause I`m gonna find you wherever you are.
Leaving Italy the first time was hard cause I was leaving my family and friends, coming to London I might have left my house for a while but I surely found a brother I`ll never leave.
Close to the end I realised that it didn`t actually matter if for you I was a random guy from the hostel because to me we were bonded, an alcholic bond of bromance.
There is still so much I would like to tell you but I can`t.
I love you man, and I miss you, a lot,
Be good.

Posted in Travels

Home

So there we are guys, coming back has been something surreal, I knew perfectly that it would`ve been hard but just imagine, after a year you go back home and you have to sleep on the couch for the first two days before moving in your brother`s room and kind of sleep on the floor.Felt like shiet but I`m moving again and this time I`m going in a small apartmenent my family owns so it`s going to be fine.

And I don`t know, altough is quite nice to be back, saw my family my friends and all in all we can say is so much easier living at home than abroad/alone, I`ve seen the other side, I`ve tasted living alone and how satisfying it is, leaving aside the complete freedom so yes, I came back but it won`t be for too long. I`ve still in mind to travel but before going on to the next adventure I really needed to make peace with home, speaking with friends back in London they put some doubts in me and I realized I kind of had to discover something. I had to discover the reason, wheter I want to travel just for the sake of travelling, cause I love to or if I am travelling because I`m running away from something, being home in this case.

I was so scared to come back cause you know, was probably true. I`m not saying it`s easy but I truly believe we souldn`t be running away from things but throught them and I should be the first one to follow my advice so here I am.