My life has transformed into a weird paradox living the life as a student, reading serious philosophical literature and dancing in dance clubs. Let’s just say that this is the best way to be alive. Combining duty and pleasure. Even though I love to read and study, it’s not always fun to do. When I am in the club dancing, that’s when I can escape from the real world. That’s why many seek the nightclubs, to escape the reality of their obligations. While I am fulfilling my obligations and duties with love, it’s better for me to have this other nightlife to dive into.
Next to that I have the privilege my parents understand. Well wait, now I have to be honest, they’re letting me do my thing. They approve, I’m not sure if they are fully accepting of my paradoxale kind of life. It’s becoming more of a question when I meet someone I shouldn’t meet, let alone go to bed with. But I do. I even went with him to his hotel. It wasn’t a smart thing to do and I’m lucky nothing serious has happened besides a couple hours of insane sex. I will not see him again, he was some businessman visiting Utrecht for his work and noticed me.Â
But I left when he went to take a call in the bathroom and now I’m writing again. With everything going on and how my weekends unfold, I dare to say I’m fully living the life of a wandering butterfly or maybe a dragonfly. At least I’m wandering, flying, getting noticed and admired and me wandering around trusting to escape every kind of look on my way.