There are two things I’d like to share in this blog post. Both of them hurt.
We all know by now that Germany didn’t make it to the finals. I am not a soccer fan AT ALL, but I quite enjoyed the gees that came with it this time as any other. We have developed a culture of celebrating something we don’t have any influence on. Quite weird.

Obviously, I was secretly hoping Germany would get it’s fourth star. Now I watched all that soccer for nothing. And everybody’s sad. Not nice.
On a completely different note… Sometimes you meet people who are nice to you for a while, but actually, they are not.
Please take this with a bit of humor: I am one of those. Okay, check out the picture first:

That was me. No, that’s not my arm. I hit that guy so hard that he retained the memory for a week and a half, so far. Yes, I hit people. A friend once showed me how to do that, and I’m really grateful he did.
Needless to say, though, that I felt pretty bad afterwards and then went on to being really nice to my victim.