Jack Sparrow shot me twice… Is it too early for a throwback?

Just got back from England and I already miss it. It was my first time in London and I can already tell you Dibald’ and I will be back there soon. They say the first time always hurts… but London ain’t a dog. The city was to me sweet as a candy and exciting as a lollipop freshly open (coke savor please) Why first times have such a bad reputation? Is it the fear of the unknown or our lack of confidence that pushes us to believe others’ experiences? And what about those stories told: are they real ones or just random urban myths to perpetuate the mystery? Some friends of mine told me how much they hated London and its people. Did my excitement turn me blind for a moment or was I just lucky enough to meet the right people? First times should always be thrilling, just like before trying a new restaurant or outfit. Who knows whether the fish&chips you’re about to eat will give you hapiness or diarrhea? Are those feedbacks on Tripadvisor always true? It’s the same for creating an outfit in your mind, you never know the result until you try it on for real (experience talking)

In the end, the only person you should always relate to is yourself (and your mama too, mums are always right ). After all, one person’s shit is another person’s dream (or diarrhea if the fish&chips was baad)

Jordan

Easy-going 27 year-old bitch.