Why The Fuck Am I Single: Lesson #2
Location: Berlin. Display Name: FWB NSA, Some not understandable abbreviation (?). Edit Profile. About Me: Honestly, I am only online because I ate too much pasta and I am too lazy to get up and get a drink and I somehow gotta fill the meantime… (?). Relationship Status: Single.
“Still, single pringle and ready to mingle!” as my dear friend Juan would poetically say. Also, this is no desperate cry-out for immediate attention to my everlasting loneliness. It’s me, merely admitting a very, basic human need. And, it’s not like I’m generally craving for that ONE MAN attached to me all the time, especially not in my mid-twenties. We all enjoy our freedom, our meaningless sexual encounters, and quirky flirting, dating and nasty stories to tell. It’s maybe just that creepy voice in my subconscious screaming: “If you don’t find him now you’ll neveeeer” (fades away with dramatic echo). Anyways, all you actually need for that life phase is your GURLFRIENDS. I just need my boys, a night filled with worthwhile content like the importance of face masks, Jake Gyllenhaal’s well proportioned lower abs, funny stories about genital shapes and two bottles of rosé, and I AM HAPPY! Apparently, the three of us make each other so happy that the outside world perceives us as some symbiotic, interdependent gay organism. “So, Juan, Casper and you are pretty close, huh?” A friend recently asked. “Of course” I replied. He went on: “I always wonder how you gays do it. Being friends and fucking each other, I mean!” I paused. “Wait what?!”
photo: Bryan Ledgard / CC
Did you know this upcoming weekend is Midsommar? It’s the famous Swedish celebration where people dance around a pole with flowers in their hair. But it’s much more than that, it’s actually the second most important holiday in Sweden after Christmas where all the family and friends come together to eat, drink and celebrate.
This year I will have my very first Midsommar experience because I will follow the invitation of Absolut all the way to Åhus in Sweden to participate in their Midsommar Weekender. I’m expecting a lot of flower crowns, flying ribbons and of course lots of vodka shots.
But you don’t have to be in Sweden to celebrate Midsommar. It’s actually being celebrated all around the world. And since the Berliners love all things Sweden we thought we compile a little guide to Midsommar in Berlin for you guys. Enjoy!
To really feel like you live in a place – to feel a real sense of belonging in a city – you need four things: A literal place to live (obviously), work of some sort, a lover or something like a love life, and then this fourth, often overlooked thing: a social life.
We take friends for granted a bit. When I moved here from Brooklyn, I sort of forgot that I’d have to start from scratch to have an active social calendar: to know where to go and what to do, and have people to do these things with. It can be quite hard to make solid plans! Berlin is a vibrant city, of course. With so many visitors and hostels and everything, it doesn’t take too long to learn that, say, clubs exist. But without some effort, you might think that nightlife is all about Matrix! Who knows when you’ll meet the cool person that turns you on to Sisyphos?
Fortunately, there are lots of resources out there to help those of us new to the city. After you’ve sorted your anmeldung and visa and all the headache stuff, and even found an apartment (miraculously!), it’s time to have fun. I don’t need to tell you about Tinder or im gegenteil or the many other dating apps focused on finding love and sex. But finding friends is another story. It’s sort of hard to imagine a Tinder for friendships, isn’t it?
Berlin is for sure not Gotham City! And we don’t need Batman to survive the hostile everyday routine. But sometimes there are dangers you would never expect and then they are there for you: Your personal heroes. My personal heroes in the last couple of month were my friends. Like Clark Kent they are not the most outshining people if you don’t take the time to look closer. Perhaps they might even look childish or crazy to some snobbish Berlin hipsters. But I am privileged to know that they have the most incredible special abilities and in my eyes they are stronger than Superman, sexier than Catwoman, and faster than the Flash. I will never be ashamed of them and don’t care that they like to wear cheap Dolce and Gabbana fakes or have the hairstyle of Elvis Presley. For me they are the coolest, hippest and most fun people to hang out with. That’s why I wanted to take the time to thank them here for saving my ass so many times. I am sure that one day we will be a cool rock band, a crazy dance crew, and finally save the world together.