Life As A Bipolar Person

🎤Carla's Dream Concert🎤

A summer day.

Carla's Dream concert.

I suggested to my friends to come with me. No one was available, so I went alone.

If I'm not mistaken, the ticket is in category C, so the distance to the stage is quite huge.

I get a drink card and position myself wherever I can, luckily there is a good vibe because not everyone comes to Carla's. Or at least that's how it seems to me.

Being empathetic by nature, I absorb various energies from people. If they vibrate negatively or are energy vampires, I have to run away, otherwise they drain me.

I strategically sit next to a very nice couple, a perfect choice. We start talking about various things while music plays from the speakers. At some point, some opening bands appear whom I've never heard of and honestly, I don't even want to know.

Unfortunately, the people in the higher categories are pushy troublemakers, and I can barely resist the temptation to turn some of them upside down. But on the other hand, it couldn't be any different.

Luckily, this friendly couple has the coolest vibe.

At some point, two gorgeous girls appear right in front of me. Through divine grace, they position themselves to my right.

Both of them are wearing Carla's hoodies, which gives them a very sexy look.

I won't deny that in my mind, I imagine a great threesome.

Inexplicably, yet justifiably, I become infatuated with one of them.

Blonde, tall, with piercing green eyes, a goddess-like body, in short, everything I need.

Needless to say, I focus all my interest on her. She's originally from Moldova, a student in Brasov, the city I love with all my heart.

As my body temperature rises, I go to get some beer with the guy who told me it's clear that I'm fixated on the girl. Obviously, he mentioned that if he weren't with his wife, he would have joined me in this "war of conquest." Men, huh?

The evening continues beautifully, and I get closer and closer to the girl. At some point, I hold her in my arms while standing behind her.

Today is Museum Night, and we start making plans for after the concert. I ask the couple if they want to join us, but they say they have to go to their grandparents' to pick up their child, so they can't come.

As fate always seems to intervene somehow, the following happens:

-The fences surrounding the stage are removed, and suddenly I see the girl running at full speed towards Carla's, along with thousands of other fans in heat.
-When the couple notices this, they flee in a hurry.
-I'm left standing there with my beer, thinking about what I should do in this situation.

I decide to give a chance to my potential future wife and look for her for about half an hour. I tell myself it's an impossible mission, and in my mind, I imagine myself plastering posters around Brasov with her name and the desire to continue this evening. I say to myself that fate has decided this way, so who am I to resist?

As if losing my blonde heartthrob wasn't enough, I can't find a damn taxi, Uber, Bolt, FreeNow in any form.

"What started beautifully seems to end quite strangely!" I say to myself, and I continue searching, hoping I won't have to walk 6 kilometers, which I really don't feel like doing.

After half an hour, the only thing that has changed is that the crowd has dispersed, and the traffic has significantly decreased.
In all this silence, I see two female faces approaching, seemingly quite frustrated.

I know what you're thinking, that they are from Moldova, right?

No, unfortunately, they're not. They probably stayed with the people from Carla's Dream or who knows?

There are two girls who, like me, are looking for a taxi.
-Them: Hey, you can't find one either?
-Me: I've been trying all the apps for half an hour, but nothing.
TO BE CONTINUED