God does not want me to go to Sweden

I am no longer allowed to travel, ever.
This stopped being funny when I realized

a) This is my third (unsuccessful) attempt to go to Sweden;

b) And the failures haven’t been due to me, it is because different places keep telling me different things, and the Swedish Embassy here in Greece tells me it is a Greek authority problem, and I emphatically do not want to deal with that right now;

c) That a one-way ticket back to the States at this time of year is pretty damn expensive;

d) I am too tired to deal with this shit right now.

I was really looking forward to it, too. I was going to hang around at Copenhagen, pull off a day trip to Stockholm, chill out with my younger cousins trying to improve their English (it is probably better than mine already anyway), visit various family members scattered in the southern bit of Sweden, and hang out. But no. I am in no small way to blame for this, but as that Greek saying goes, ‘It’s not my fault, it’s life’s fault.’

So there. Somebody should revoke my licence to travel, because I am apparently not capable of hassle-free travelling.

Balls.