Identical Tattoos

✿~My Sabotage Night and A Ticket Abroad~✿

*The theme song in the Uncharted game*

"Screw you!"

I Shout at the message board that pops up on the screen stating internet error, please reset the wires, or restart your console. Just when I was starting the game, lounging on the sofa to have a good play on a Friday night, the internet in my house had to break and leave me restless probably for the rest of the night.

Now, this really pisses me off. It was the beginning of my leave of absence from work that I have prepared to celebrate tonight with a bowl of my favorite Swedish salted chips and another one filled with Turkish yogurt that I happily use it as a dip, and last but not least my favorite video game of them all when of course something always has to wreck these jolly arrangements.

I pull out my MacBook under the couch and press the on button, waiting impatiently for it to start Safari when I once again realize that the internet is playing up. Taking a deep breath, one of those famous, exhalations the yoga instructor persuade their disciples to perform in their yoga classes, to release my frustrated temper and find my inner peace but soon got interrupted by the buzzing sound on my phone.

*Ringing*

"God kväll!" (Good evening!)

It was my childhood playmate on the other end of the line.

"Vad får dig att ringa så här sent?" (What makes you call me up this late at night?)

"Inget speciellt, ville bara fråga vad du har för dig?" (Nothing in particular, just wanted to see what you're up to?)

"Jag mår sketans just nu, och det finns ingeting i världen som kan trösta mig! (I'm pissed off at the moment, and there's nothing in this world that can cheer me up!)

"Varför? Vad har hänt?" (Why? What happened?)

"Mitt internet har lackat ur totalt å hindrar mig ifrån att lana på min första lediga dag." (My internet died totally and prevents me from gaming on my first day of leave)

"Är du seriös? Ge dig för fan, har du inget annat för dig?" (Are you serious? Come on, haven't you got other things to do rather than that?)

I push the laptop away with my toes and rise to my feet, pattering further to the bathroom still conversing with her.

"Har du ringt för att förolämpa mig igen eller för att kolla läget? Jag ska lägga mig nu, vi pratar en annan gång när du verkligen bryr dig om mitt välmående!" (Did you call to insult or to check on me? I'm going to bed, we talk another time when you're really being considerate!)

I click her off. Gosh, I hated when she was lecturing me with her opinions. She thinks that I'm living a pathetic, childish life by gaming and do stuff I like rather than focusing on things she assumes as more important. Despite the fact that we're childhood mates and blood relatives from my mother side, she could be nerve-wracking too. I've secretly chosen a nickname for her whenever I want to talk behind her back with my mom, Mrs. Perfect. Yep, that's right, and she happens to be my cousin for that matter. A mixed breed of two different ethnics, half Swedish and half Persian but more sloped to the Swedish side. She's 2 years younger and engaged, ready to abase whoever she catches as a target, ever since childhood, an unfortunate habit in her personality.

Brushing my teeth at peace, gurgling with a mouthwash containing fluoride, flexin awkwardly in front of the bathroom mirror and head further to my bedroom, but just before that, a final check on the laptop to see if the internet has reconnected. Luckily, it has, but too tired of gaming as I quit and turn off the console, bringing the MacBook with me in bed, browsing through some relaxing ASMR clips on youtube when an advertisement about travel agencies and different resort popped up on the side of the screen, which lured my brain to move the cursor on the computer towards that direction and click on it.

"A look won't hurt," said I who's been scanning through places one hour later.

Let's see, Spain, Nah, been there, how about Paris, the city of romance and their delicate pastry Croissants, Italy and grated cheese on their magnificent pasta and its unique swing of an accent in their language, just like the Godfather movies, or Berlin, gosh, this is more difficult than I thought. I wanna visit somewhere beyond Europe, a destination far away like on the other side of this planet, I tell myself, ready to give up after 3 hours searching when my eyes suddenly captured the USA. The high skyscrapers with an ambiance of the intense shine from the buildings and streets, nightlife of crowded people, the walk of fame, a perfect opportunity to snap photos. "Hah! That's where I'm heading to. Let's investigate a bit more about this trip."

The fly agency offers a discount if I choose to travel on Sunday already. I hesitate, am I mentally prepared actually to travel to an unfamiliar country on my own? Crooking my head against the headboard, reflecting. A woman, traveling alone in today's untrustful world where no one cares a damn if something happens to you, is this a brave decision to take? But on the other hand, just do it what the heck. This is a quick-witted spontaneous choice I've ever taken in my otherwise organized and planned life.

"States, here I come!" I say determined before clicking on verify payment. I did it, I bought the ticket for Sunday morning, it's shocking and so unlike me. Don't know what really flew inside me while I feel a mass of regret all of sudden in the pit of my stomach at the same time, but what is done is done, besides, I've gotta perform something exciting and lifetime memorable activity, encouraging myself positively, shoving the laptop away and lay down to sleep.