I want you to get the h*** out of here, you don't live here

The new flatmate texts asking if he can postpone the move from 2 pm to 4/5, which I agreed; the later the better as I am having cold feet about the whole idea.

3.30, I am in the middle of my yoga practice and he is ringing the bell. This is not a good start!

He is very apologetic but by now he managed to see me in chilled pants, no makeup, messy hair and somehow a bit sweaty. Surely the day would have arrived at some stage or another so at least we are done with this, get used to my home face.

After he finished implanting his things in the kitchen and bathroom I gently reminded him that we have a storage room so boxes go in there, not on top of kitchen boards (feng shui must be maintained).

He does have a sort of nutribullet smoothie maker (which I have been meant to buy for quite some time) so I dispatch my old juicer to the storage room. Brownie points here!

When I was out of the shower he asked: ’What’s your plan for the evening, I can  cook dinner if you want.’ My mind answered: ‘I want you to get the h*** out of here, you don't live here yet my protective mind says but I managed a diplomatic: ‘thank you but no thank you’   

Sitting in silence in the living room while reading the paper I eat leftovers for dinner and enjoy the last Sunday of aloneness whilst closing yet another chapter of my life.

You know you have been spending too much time online when you try to scroll down on a book....

You know you have been spending too much time online when you try to scroll down on a book....

I have spent a couple of evenings over the last month with the Ipad on the left, the iphone on the right and the study book in front of me but was feeling restless and out of focus  and skilfully used all the excuses to distract myself from achieving what I needed to do.

This afternoon my phone suddenly died, not only I could not check the time as I don't wear a watch but in addition I didn't even know my friends number or anyone’s phone number as a matter of fact.  It hit me that I hadn’t memorised a single phone number from my phone list and wasn't sure which number to dial in case of emergency was it 911 or 111? (it is actually 999 and 112 in Ireland). ‘Gosh, I must work on that, I thought.’ I grabbed the phone, oh yes ok, you are dead.        

So I did the unexpected, instead of window shopping I sat down for two hours in a cafe reading the Yoga book (that I put in the bag out of guilt before leaving the house), those were the two most productive hours I had in a long time. No internet, no computer, no phone. I scribbled 5 answers from the long list of 50 of the Yoga course while sipping tea. On my way to the appointment I remembered the world when there were no mobile phones and where we had to go to libraries to do the research for assignments.

Is the internet and the immediate access to information making us learn things that we could never have access to in such a fast way so allowing us to absorb more knowledge than previous generations or is it giving us all ADD from ultra stimulation?

Once home I managed to resuscitate the poor oldie phone and memorised my father’s phone number. 'Dad, you should be happy to know that you are my only free pass from jail!'

No switch off and go... 

This brings as much ethical concerns as artificial intelligence

So.. Yes I am late but by now we all know that time isn't a linear concept anyway so it makes no difference. Although if you give this excuse to your boss he might not be too pleased!

Time...I have be wondering about it since watching ‘While we were young’ but it was recently reinforced in therapy when I was asked by a patient to regress him to the past since there was something he had done that wasn’t happy about it and wanted to undo it. Staring into his eyes for a second it occurred to me that this might not be safe territory to go. Where’s the exit? Had he killed anyone? I proceeded with care asking indirect questions to find out exactly what he was determined to rewind.  I am used to ‘regress’ patients with the intention of healing traumatic events or to reveal the cause of a particular symptom but never to actually change the conduit of life events.

According to my beliefs we can’t undo an action, all we can do is to minimize the consequences by talking to the person that we have harmed but if he/she doesn't want to be contacted we just have to accept and respect.  Hopefully we will learn with the mistake and know better next time.

Can we change the course of history by the use of astral travelling or any other projection techniques?

If there’s such a thing called destiny, can we turn away from it altogether and create a completely new canvases by manipulating the past? This brings as much ethical concerns as artificial intelligence. There are certain things that scare me and one thing is for sure, fate seems to have a very tricky way to show up unexpectedly. Ask Oedipus! 

Is my house made of sugar or what?

 After a few weird prospects that I was afraid of looking in the eyes in case my psychic abilities would suddenly kick in and allow me to see the murders they committed, I ordered the man in the sky to stop sending me freaks. Friends are worried for my safety as they know it is quiet at night around here and there’s a river in front (for easy disposal of bodies). So that evening I asked the universe for a yogi flatmate as I figured the monk was a bit unrealistic. 

The day after I was sent a 28 year old Indian playboy who paints, plays guitar and whose father is a yoga teacher. Although, to make things interesting he (the master eye, always does this to me), also sent another Indian guy who practices yoga, cooks and dances salsa. Thank you for your effort Universe, I suppose that is the closest you found to my request in such a short notice (you still have to work on that winning the lotto deal, it’s now two months since I've started playing...just saying) .

As you know, I am famous for being impulsive (let’s move to Brazil next month- sort of thing) but also for my bad decisions in picking men (30daysforonlinemenshopping blog) so I decide to sleep on it. This is not someone you can easily dump, friends warned; they'll be signing a contract. (I get the fears and wonder if getting a flatmate is the right way to go after all).

I wake up knowing that the second man is the best option (if only I had followed this rule on dates).   

Easter Sunday and I am sitting in the yard  reading the paper while unwrapping my second chocolate egg from its fancy paper. Can't help feeling accomplished with the creation (making healthy gourmet chocolate is my thing these days). There are tons of kids running around, ok not tons, 3 but still they make as much noise as 10. They open the gate, close the gate, and scream like caged animals wanting to get in. Is my house made of sugar or what?

The squishy noises echo in my ears.  I could always play the weeds game with them and use these little creatures to clear the garden from the unwanted weeds that have grown over the winter but eventually their mum came to rescue me from the noisy mini people. 

Useless... as soon as she goes back inside they run towards my gate again. AHHHH go away.. In despair I throw them chocolate eggs, their eyes shine and they retreat...HAPPY EASTER!