My best friend invited me once for the first time to flute camp she always goes to since she was a little kid. You will build bamboo flutes, learn how to play them and do other activities. So i was like hellyeah since it also turned out to be inside a monastery where we all will be sleeping as well. Mostly they're just camping but this time multiple people from around the world will visit, so it was extra special. It was a perfect price for food, beds, and flute material combined for people under 25 for a whole week. The adults have it hard.
The only thing she would add to it is that 'there will be alot of old people' and nothing more. 'you'll see what happens'.

So as we all arrived by car, train and/or plane, towards a silly place in the middle of nowhere called 'Biezemmortel', we were welcomed by very sweet old people giving us the schedules for the entire week with the classes we signed up for individually. It felt like a start of a dream because it was such a pretty place that had a huge garden with a mini forest.

My friend introduced all the younger people and some old people she hangs out with to me walking under wooden beams feeling the cold church-like air from the hallways. As we stepped back outside at the entrance a young guy appeared dressed like an old farm guy from the 1950's holding a bagpipe in his arms. He called everyone together saying: 'WELCOME TO THIS WONDERFUL CAMP. I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD JOURNEY TOWARDS THIS WONDERFUL PLACE. FOR THE INTRODUCTION, FOLLOW ME TO THE CHAPEL.' He started playing some scottish bagpipe music and walked up front while many old people were following behind at a slow pace. If that doesn't feel like a cult then i don't know what it is. 'One of the activities is doing folkdances after dinner every day, you should join us,' someone i just met told me.
that's the the cherry on the cake, man.
Or not. One of the most nicest american old lady, that tought us playing native-american songs on the flute, had some mdma she wanted to offer to us after class, because we had too much fun. idk how tf she got it through customs but that tells me it isn't her first time. My friend did accept some weed and smoked some with her.

All we did was being devoted to music and doing whatever. I have never felt this free in my life time. It was a good intended cult and i will join them next year again (it'll be in france this time).

During breaks my best friend wanted to go swim with our other friends but i wasn't in the mood to swim because my brain still thought that my body will make people throw up like they got a disease. Like, you don't want to contaminate the water with more vomit right. So they ended up going on an adventure. As they walked towards a lake nearby while having Amy Winehouse on blast they walked passed someone sitting in their front yard having Amy Winehouse on blast too. 'So where are you guys going?' a 40 year old looking bald guy who probably got into the gabber scene in the 90's asked. 'We're going to the lake here.' they said. 'Oh no you shouldn't go there. There are lots of bacteria that will give you rashes.'
'Oh shit really? fuck.'
'yeah, but hey, i got this bathtub in my backyard you could go swim in there if you want.'
They were like okey let's fucking go and just sat in the bath tub with the three of them while the other one just chills in the garden.
They introduced eachother. That guy's name is Willy. He got one of his friends over and they both just showered in their backyard too.

Much later when they all came back to the monastery they told me this story so they wanted to meet him again, but this time they wanted to bring me to him as well.
I get so scared of meeting new people, and especially an old 40 year old guy living alone with his girlfriend who invited under-aged kids in his backyard... but okay let's go.

We got a tour around his house. It's right beside the train tracks where he saw many people taking their own lives unfortunately. He used to be a full drug addict so his house is covered with colorful paint when he did lsd, which is kinda cool. The stairs were 2012 mural vibes and he got two painted and decorated mannequins in his living room. There were some bob marley pictures on the wall including on his table that is painted in the living room as well. The kitchen was bright blue with tiles and covered with cute pictures on the wall of him and his friends with his dog.
Willy is a chill guy. He had experienced so much though because of his addiction. He had a child and was taken from him right after he was clean because he had to become clean within a certain amount of time. But luckily he still has contact with them. He also almost died on the train tracks when he continued doing lsd again. One of his friends saved him luckily. And he beat cancer twice. It's insane. I'm glad he's doing way better now. He's taking way less than before though, but it's not critical. He goes to a therapist and it's all fine.

Anyways, his backyard is huge with lots of grass that's next to huge bushes where he gets his free weed from and sells it. It's a jungle i can tell. One of his friends came over and we wanted some alcohol so we drove with him to the nearest grocery store so that he would buy it for us. He was a creep though because he only wanted to take a picture with the girls super bad like... ew YOU'RE 40. He looked worse than that. At least we got some alcohol so thanks.

After giving eachother some awkward hugs we went back to our camp and started playing drunk hide and seek which was epic. At that time i had a crush on this greek guy that looked like a literal greek god with his long brown curly hair. His name was even called after a contellation so that's even more epic. We only played with the people our age and just hid outside. Unfortunately whenever these strong feelings occur i always start having a mental break down. I was caught hiding behind some bushes and went to the bathroom immediately. It was awful and i forreal wished to not come across him when i go help the seeker find other people. As i was walking towards the woods, guess what, he fucking appeared alone. He got caught as well so he wanted to walk with me to find the leftovers. It was so awkward because i was tripping the fuck out when nervous. He got distracted anyways by his friend when we got out the woods when i was about to say something, so i was like nop he doesn't care. I have been daydreaming so much and that time was like the perfect time to have a great nice talk but i fucked it up. It feels exciting and a pain at the same time. Why did i like it.

So a friend of mine once told a story about her babysitting experience at a biker gang. One of their bedrooms was filled with playboy magazines. They had a bunch of macaulay culkin movies that she watched with the kids. And their bathroom's ceiling is coming in on itself. She knew these people because her mom house-sat for them a couple of times and they would pay her 10 dollars for a week. So now she is taking over the business like it's going on for generations, taking care of their dog too that shits everywhere like every day. And their cat was 4 months old and got pregnant like an infinite kitten spawner.

There was this kid, probably called cody, and he was the most cody kid ever. He would play red dead, first one, all day, he was 8 years old and she would play with him the most because he's the oldest. She remembered him saying: 'you ever just wanna.. run away, like...'
Besides that they got a giant hole in their flatscreen tv in their african themed living room from the wii remote.

For the first time i went on an aquarium date. While we were mesmerized by all the sea creatures a dad walked around with his kid doing the same things like we did, but different. The child was pointing at some sharks and the dad was like: 'woah look at those sharks! *beatbox sounds*.' And tbh he's pretty darn good at it. 'yoo this yellow fish is crazy *more complex beatbox sounds with the word yellow fish*.' I regretted recording it.

I heard when my uncle got his new house he kept getting tons of oranges out of nowhere once a month. Apparently the previous owners were subscribed by the local orange farmer and forgot to end it. My uncle didn't contact them at all so he still gets free oranges.

Somewhere in the depths of the annual easter market on a middle school, a faint door emerged in the corner of a classroom. A kid stepped out like it has never seen the light of day in a year: 'For 2 euros we can tell half of your future. For 5 euros we will tell your entire future till death, per person,' 11 year old me screamed. Two young girls approached me and sat down while my best friend, my coworker, appeared in front of them.
'What will it be gals?' she asked. 'Entire future please,' the young girls said. We both took one of their hands and traced our fingers down their handlines while squinting our eyes looking for clues. Me and my friend looked at eachother. Serious business is happening: 'There is a positive and a negative red line in your life,' we pointed at the first girl. 'The negative thing is that your dog will die tragically so you will grief for about 15 years. But the positive thing is that you will become famous.' She indeed had a dog ( i still don't know how we managed to guess that). 'And you...' we pointed at the second girl. 'You will die at 40 but will find the love of your life very soon.' She got a bit pissed but i think we balanced it well to give her a wonderful love life before dying so young.
We got 10 euro's for fake fortune telling for one sesh. And i forgot how many we earned for more different sessions but it was a lot. While the rest was selling tosti's, hotdogs, trinkets etc, we were doing mischief at its best. However, hours later 3 boys stole 300 cash money in the schools charity box. So it can always go up a few levels.

Bald people are either people who juggle or Lax Luthor.

It's weird how you can switch fast from finding comfort in crowds to getting overstimulated at parties drawing in a corner within a week.

I decided to not go to this art exhibition that a few people i know host it. In this exhibition all the visitors can make an artwork together which sounds fun. But i will sit like a child completely lost in their own world having almost zero contact with people contemplating about my life decisions in silence. Besides, it's loud and I usually want to look around me, even though I don't know why. People always ask me if i'm looking for something even at concerts. I'm rawdogging every inch of this moment that only one subject doesn't only exist. It's everything which my brain can't handle in a short time.

After a bowl of sweet pho me and my friend continued walking towards the stores she had to go to. Getting poppers for the second time the bald cashier in the sex shop recognized her immediately. 'Hey yesterday she didn't wore anything, haha.' joking, moving around with his body holding the counter. 'that's always her daily outfit.' i said. They joked around, i forgot what they said exactly because i got distracted by the amount of vibrators hung on the wall in this bedroom sized store. He said: 'The other day a beautiful woman came to my desk and asked: ,,do you have a vibrator?,, and i said: ,,ofcourse i have tons of vibrators,, and then she said: ,,yeah but i need one to put me in it,, and i got so confused but then i realized OHH wait! she has a dick! but she looks like a woman. i fall for women but wait a minute...' he put a on smirk and came out to us as if the door were theatrical curtains. i love this man.

I've been looking for caterpillars the entire morning and never got to catch them. The last time i saw one was previous year dangling on our table in the garden. A very spikey one with black and red colors which looked fascinating. I was hoping to see something different today, but I think the woods behind my house don't want me to see other sick things they have to offer yet.