My Romanian Diary Day 22: Someone called me crazy but you can call me Miss Grinch and I might need to “borrow” a kid

Dear diary,

A guy on the street called me crazy today. Here is the thing, I always listen to music when walking. I don’t like my town so I am trying not to let its noises to get into my mind. I have things going on on my mind, I don’t like interruptions from outside world. And not only that I listen to music, but I also sing along. The colder the weather is outside, the louder I sing. Singing out loud keeps me warm, I don’t know why, it just does.

And not only that I sing, but I also have the most terrible, annoying voice. I sound like a screaming donkey, no kidding. I am aware of it but I don’t mind. Apparently, it does bother people around me a lot, because I always get the dirty looks when walking but I give absolutely no shit about what persons I have never met think of me, so I keep singing. But today, this guy today stopped in front of me and told me: “You are crazy, bitch!” I laughed at him and kept singing. Probably my reaction came to confirm his assumption, but, like I said, strangers’ opinions on me are my last concern.

These are the moments I miss Toronto the most, when people I don’t know stare at me, judging my actions. They don’t exist for me and I would be very grateful if I didn’t exist for them either. In Toronto I felt like I was invisible. Nobody cared what I did, as long as I wasn’t breaking the law. Oh, how I miss that comfort!

Isn’t this the most elegant resignation ever? Quitting for journalistic standards is one of the most honorable things I have heard lately. When I hear about people that don’t sell their integrity for money I understand there is still hope.

My student today didn’t want me to leave so he put on my boots to keep me in his house longer. He also put on his father’s glasses and acted nerdy, to entertain me. I told him he is so cute that I can’t help kiss him. He said that nobody can. I asked him what his favorite word in English is, like my writing buddy Shane suggested.He said he doesn’t have a favorite word, he doesn’t even like English but he likes me. So sweet!


Speaking of kids, I was invited to  a Christmas party. The only problem is that all guests have children so it will be an adult party plus a kids party at the same location. I will have to check if I can come child-free or I have to “borrow” one for the event. Lucky me, I have plenty of students to choose from. Also I need to check if they are gonna serve alcohol. I can’t do Christmas sober. Call me Miss Grinch, but I hate Christmas. I will tell you tomorrow why. Stick around, lovely readers.

Miss Lavinia Vanilia Grinch 🙂


2 thoughts on “My Romanian Diary Day 22: Someone called me crazy but you can call me Miss Grinch and I might need to “borrow” a kid

  1. Teeny Bikini says:

    I can’t believe he stood in front of and said that to you. That is soooooo rude. I mean really. To me, he is the one who came off as the ass. All he had to do was keep walking. How hard is that? I also don’t like that a male was being aggressive to a woman. That is not acceptable. You handled it well. I am glad it didn’t bother you. Keep on singing. You have every right to do so. 🙂


    1. Ana Lavinia says:

      This is a common behavior in Romania. People are very judgemental and they think it is ok to judge you out loud. We are a hypocrite nation and our main concern is what others do:)) When kids are naughty the parents always tell them: “don’t do that! people will laugh at you!” We are taught from young ages that our acts will be laughed at by people, not that they are wrong on one way or another. It is one of the reasons I want to immigrate. I don’t like to be people’s business. I have the right to be whoever I want to be and do whatever I want to do without people making me feel guilty about it.


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