What do you do on Sundays?
On Sundays. I wake up at noon, browse through social media, watch p*rn, binge eat, see an episode of National Geographic, go back to sleep, watch more documentary, and the day is over.
I don’t remember exactly when. But I at one point a strange thought came into my mind: If god asked me what I did on Sundays, what should I say?
If I’d answer that I wrote on a blog about the death of a cat, a conversation with an old man in a bus to Milan, my dating experiences, instead of saying something obscene, I am 98% certain that I’d get a golden bell to heaven in live my best life in cotton candy clouds. I grew up going to a religious women-only club and the older ladies said God does not like indecency.
About Mirjan
No one calls me Mirjan except for my mom. I’d like to be called Jan — it’s posh, short, and easy to remember. I can’t recall how many times while traveling someone said ‘Jan’ is a pretty common name from their country. I like that. I like being a dot in the void.
The reason why I am starting this blog is because, well, I need creative outlet to share my experiences as authentically as possible. It’s a digital diary. I am writing to myself, and to you too. You are my friend now.
In some stories you would probably say, ‘oh I can’t believe she said that in public.’ But I like saying whatever that comes into my mind. Welcome to my life.