Decided to go for a walk on this late winter evening. Besides, why not go grocery shopping at night, since the supermarket is open? I'd have been glad if most institutions worked at night. Or..maybe not. Because in that case nights wouldn't have been so quiet.
I thoroughly enjoyed the short trip around the neighbourhood. Of course, at some point I almost thought I was lost (even though I only made one new turn), which is not unsusual for me as my spatial sense is rather weak. But at least it always cheers me up. It's funny, world is full of surprises: "Wow, this street again! Isn't it where I started from when I thought I was going in the opposite direction? Mystery!"
I value freedom a lot. Maybe above all other things. I even enjoy the fact that I can at any moment in time decide to go somewhere and I don't need to ask/report/hate my boss for firing me.
I appreciate that I can work when I want to during the day, not work for people I don't like, go to bed late and get up in the afternoon.
So there I was enjoying my freedom of movement , walking down the almost empty street, listening to the music on my player and thinking about Schopenhauer's pessimistic conclusion that the intensity of the suffering in this world is significantly greater than that of the enjoyment, and that I hope I will never have children so they never experience any pain, when a man popped up in front of my eyes (he was walking towards me, I just didnt notice him until he started talking) and it seemed like he was asking something.
When I took out my headphones and he figured I couldn't hear him the first time he repeated: 'You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen'. I thanked the stranger and smiled and we continued walking in the opposite directions. 'Thank god he didn't follow me', - I thought, - 'most probably he never read Schopenhauer'
I do look great in my fur hat, ...the one made out of some poor mammal. I find that ironic.
Most people have more 'down-to-earth' interests. They are easily bored by philosophical questions. 'To be or not to be - who the f-k cares? Martini or rum?' And while I love rum, I like having those pointless philosophical discussions even when drunk... unless I'm dancing, of course))
And I like being alone. I go shopping alone, which seems to be unusual for women. Actually, I don't even like shopping as a process, I prefer to find the things I need in the first store I enter, but it's not always the case.
Now, the most important question: whoever is as masochistic or bored as to have read this schitzophrenic post till this point?))
...time to go to sleep, it's almost 4am down here.
Lucky you didn't get hurt, and brave of you to confront it so coolly.
I have heard from foreigners they receive a very distorted image of my country. It's almost like they think it's crime and hate on every corner, racism, mafia etc. It's nothing like that, at least in big cities. Foreigners who have stayed here for a substantial amount of time or visited more than once realize people are very calm, laid back and quite friendly.
Of course, theres always danger, but nothing extraordinary. I'm trying to keep a balance between phobia and recklessness. Well, my understanding of balance, of course :)