The worst is over - having failed in my suicide attempts (the closest I got was a severe hangover after trying to pickle my brain in vast amount of alcohol. The way I felt the morning after means I can't have been far off the mark...) I have now decided to move on. In fact, the best for my health as well as of others around me is for me to move on. Literally. I can't see any other possible solution.
London is obviously not far enough to avoid the pain caused by the constant failures of the Hockey team in my heart. Why? Well, I get to follow most of the games live. I curse the internet and its founders - look what you have done to me and hang your heads in shame. The UK also having similar-ish seasons. At least so far that you recognise a certain drop in temperature towards the beginning of the hockey season, and this gets worse throughout before it starts improving at the end. Instinctively this is setting off the fog-horn inside my head and the increase in adrenaline and endorphins is creating a euphoria that unmistakably is signalling the start of the ice hockey season. I then have an extended period of time called the 'season' when I feel it is totally acceptable for me not only to behave irrationally and be plagued by a wider variety of, and often more intense, mood-swings than a woman with the worst PMS imaginable.
If you look really closely, you can see the person is actually wearing a Leksand away jersey
Then we have the phenomenon called Kvalserien. My wife knows to avoid me at all cost during these three weeks. And all this usually results in is acute depression, self destructive and aggressive behaviour followed by voluntary isolation and social reclusion. This lasts until the temperature starts falling and the cycle starts all over again.
As far as I can tell, either Leksand has to move on and up, or, filing that, I must move and do everything in my power to get out of this cycle. I understand the temperature goes up during the winter in the southern hemisphere - that's at least a promising start! Then we just need to find a place without internet capability and well past the reach of any Swedish radio broadcasts. In fact, preferably a place with no electricity whatsoever. To be on the safe side, there should be no Swedish Embassy or Council and there should be no communication to any country with a Swedish Embassy or Council, including linking infrastructure such as roads, railways etc. Also, NO BLOODY IKEA.
Once I find this place, my life could possibly get back to normal again.
Any suggestions?
