I rarely use my blog to distribute information about current events that don’t relate to relationships or my profession, but I am in Athens, and this is a confession: I’m scared.
I’m scared that my home country is being held hostage by a corrupt government and a police task force to scare the 99.9% of Greeks who just don’t know whether they will be able to feed their families next month or how their grandchildren will be able to ever pay this debt off.
The reality is that the public was robbed blindly and the criminals [See: Greek Parliament] will never come to justice.
The worst of it all is that the protesters today were not the same as those who protested that last 36 days peacefully, who kept Syntagma Square safe and clean and orderly. Evidence has already proven that the hooligans today were very much put in by the Parliament themselves so that the Greeks would stay home, watching in absolute horror as their own Prime Minister would sell out their pride, culture, and rich history in a vicious trade off for a global reputation that can now only be described as broke and barbaric.
Shame on the Greek Goverment. Courage to the Greek people. You have a very long road ahead and although I live very far away, I am currently in Athens, and I support you with every cell in my body.
Though the rest if the world is being shown images of hooliganism in Central Athens today, we know the truth. We know we were all glued to our sets with anxiety, despair, frustration, and anger at the protests that happened today that just do not simply characterize the Greek spirit.
Right now, there is no hope. Hope has died and Greece is in mourning.
I would like to apologize in advance to my followers that seek me for relationship advice and anecdotes for the various posts, images, and videos I’ll be posting during my stay in Greece over the next two weeks that will most probably not be related to the genre you’ve come to know me for. I appreciate your support none the less and hope you can appreciate the various “confessions” that you’ll witness, which are predominately based on my personal experiences, just as anything else I’ve probably shared with you.
People think you can only be romantic with your significant other or a potential suitor. I say, be romantic with random encounters… with life. Be whimsical.
Here’s a fun task: Take an index card and write something, anything. A corky secret, a love note, a fantasy, your bucket list… Something that screams you, but without the label of your name…. just a glimpse of your soul.
Head over to the nearest book store and sneak the card into your favorite book. Leave.
You’ve now made yourself accountable to the world.
They say New York City women are neurotic. Maybe they are. But NYC men tend to be douchebags and frankly, New York women have become exhausted.
In NYC, women have been conditioned to expect an anxious filled courtship and the high possibility of flakiness. Not to say that NYC women are not flaky, but gee… do the men here take the medal. One could experience the most perfect date, where he too would agree that it was a great time, but then, to our surprise and ironically expectations, there is no follow up.
Following up and being considerate is proper, normal behavior. Complete disregard to people’s feelings (and schedules… *ahem* Mr.Last.Minute.Cancelation) is not.
With a 4 to 1 female to male ratio of heterosexual singles, the behavior of NYC men seems to illustrate an optimum bachelor lifestyle. “So what if she doesn’t like it? There’s always another beyond the bend.”
This sort of dating lifestyle experience has created a wall of defensiveness. Women have become damaged goods.
And yet, one can hope, that somehow, a successful relationship one day will spawn despite this obstacle.