summertime sadness

Remember the times when you were counting days to the end of the school and then just know that something really excited is waiting for you? Times when all of the school year  you were making promises to yourself that when the holidays start and you dont have to get up early you will sleep till noon, but in the end you don't even got time for sleeping. I had all my holidays fully planned and in September I still could brag about my exotic tan and chatting with my summer love during the boring lessons. Yeah, that was amazing. But those times are over for me. For two years, since I become an adult (when I was not, I was praying to be one, now Im praying to turn back time…) I don't know what holidays are. I don't remember how the sea looks like and when was the last time I was on the beach (ok, I was in May when my previous employer send me to Sopot to get some stuff for the big article, but I was so excited to be on the beach that I got drunk as fuck and didn't even remember why i exactly came there). It's not like I'm not travelling and spending all my time in front of the computer. But all my journeys are mostly conntected with work. And it's not some hard physical work like burrowing dikes  all day in burning sun, sometimes is even interesting and creative but it's not just lying under the palm tree and drinking alcopops (I'm really not very exacting in "how my tailor made holidays should look like"…). And the worst thing of all is definitely checking facebook. Not to mention of instagram. When all of my time I'm spending at work, as a sad, lonely, pale almost-manager, melting of hot in my tiny office my friends are posting photos where they are happy, naked and tanned. And when I finally got a day off and wanna go and takie even short sunbathing by Wisła suddenly the temperature falls to 18 oC… Where is the fucking justice? And what with all the money I will earn? At the beggining I am planning some awesome holidays in September, in a hot place with hot guys serving shots from their chests but in the end I realize that summer sales once more destroyed my life… And Im busted again. 


I'm feeling a wee bit like Tom from '500 days of Summer' he had another expectations of his SUMMER as well...