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The past month has been pretty much nothing but work. Rainy summer (which is the least of the problems), business crisis and well...forget what I told you about the nice new quiet place with fresh air.
I've been 'enjoying' the sounds of neighbour's renovation and since 2 days ago I'm also breathing the stench of a fresh paint or polish coming from the window. So it's either windows shut or toxic air.
Two times I've tried going to the beach to get some sun tan. Both times I only got about 30 minutes tops before the clouds were back to block the sun. The road to the beach is 30 minutes each way. Pointless.
Although, at least I got to read some while in the bus. I'll die fucking smart.)))
I mean, this all maze is of course pointless, and once you realize it it's harder to take shit from life, because to endure hardships with stoicism one needs an answer to 'what for'. My answer to this is only a negative one: to prevent something, not to achieve something. Sure, I try to make my life better while I stick around but that's like decorating a prison cell: doesn't mean you really like being locked up there.
So I've had almost no free time, even cooked less than usual, opting for quick snacks between work instead. Today I've decided to give me a break a little and here I am writing this useless post as par of my recreational time))
Freaking military confclicts: one in far-away Palestine, one in my own country...
They say think of somebody who has it worse than you and you'll feel better. Bullshit. I only feel better when the circumstances change for the better. I am very well aware of the fact people are suffering on this piece of rick every second. Perhaps this technique works on those who wear rose-tinted glasses and block out the sad reality life, who only get reminded there's suffering when it hits them directly.
So...whatever, nothing exciting to tell. But here's an entertaining picture:
"Life is bitter and fatal, yet men cherish it and beget children to suffer the same fate." -- Heraclitus
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Irina |
13-07-2014
Noisy upstairs neighbours? Don't get me started, I moved to my previous apartment because the one before that had some heavy elephants walking here and there all day and even at night. They also didn't seem to leave for work so there was no peace throughout the day. Which is horrible for me as I work from home and this is where I am at least 80% of the day, sometimes days in a row. And then the other neighbour also started doing renovation. Happy drilling days! It's actually a big problem in Ukraine in general. Here everyody is doing a bt of renovation every now and then. If people had more money, they'd do it once and be done with that. But since they don't, they do little piece by little piece whenever they can afford. Also, they save on hiring professionals, so it's 1 guy working on his own for months on what could've been finished in a week. Then somebody else starts... Freaking annoying. So yeah, I'm also dreaming of some far away place. It's just that I don't have a car. But of course I could take a loan. Just don't like debts of any kind. Especially not in this country. People who did that before this crisis now have to pay double the price as the dollar exchange rate rose. Same happened in 2008. People are such shit lots of them. I mean, one is making noise starting from 8 in the morning and on weekends when it's against the law, the other will turn on the music so loud you can feel it vibrating in the ground, and that's coming from the other house. Still others will watch TV so loud you can actually hear word for word what it is they're watching. I don't know why my mother bothered to teach me to consider people around since they more often than not don't give a rat's ass and deserve to be treated the same way. Your blog and YouTube videos make life a tad more bearable and I've got to thank you for making such a public contribution. Thank you. :) |
Dick O'Brick
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13-07-2014
For those who have never experienced what it is like to live under the conditions you've described it is very easy to dismiss them as an exaggeration. "Oh, it can't be that bad. At least you have a roof over your head, right?", they'll flippantly retort. While it is true there are indeed people with far worse luck in the life lottery, as you said in your blog, it doesn't give me any solace knowing this fact. What kind of smug and screwed up assholes think this is a logical argument to make anyway? Are we to feel humble and dare I say it, 'grateful', that we only register a five or six on the suffer-o-meter when there are others out there who are nines and tens? So if these happy clappy advice giving morons see a kid who has had it's leg blown off by a landmine in a war zone, would they go up to it and say, "hey, look on the bright side, you've still got the other one and just think, you'll become an expert at hopping"?! Yes, I'm being sarcastic, but the sad thing is that there are so many sick fuckers out there that I wouldn't be surprised if some folk WOULD have the gall to say what I said in my hypothetical scenario. And I'm talking within the secular community here too. Obviously amongst the religious whackos it's a hundred times worse.
Much like you I'm becoming more and more jaded with the human race and spend three quarters of my time indoors. Unfortunately, 'to be' is to be dependent. Whether it be on the postman bringing me my lovely bills or on the supermarket providing me with enough to fill my sexy belly for another day. Sure, one can become more and more self sufficient, but much like Jain monks who take the concept of non-violence to such a degree that they wear handkerchiefs over their noses lest they breathe in an insect and sweep the paths before them in case they should stand on one, it is impossible to take things to their ultimate extreme without becoming a neurotic. Sorry for going off on a tangent and for flat out boring you. Believe me when I say that I relate to what you have said in your response. In addition to the clumping bitchasaurus upstairs that I had to endure upstairs, my old flat also had a drama school across from the back garden. So after a wonderful night of 15 minutes sleep, I was awoken early each morning to these would-be superstars singing, "do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-ti-do", over and over at the top of their collective tone deaf voices. There was an episode of the old Twilight Zone TV series which inspired the movie Groundhog Day. The guy in it was a prisoner on death row and every day he was doomed to repeat his walk towards the electric chair (or maybe it was the gas chamber. I forget.) During my time in that house I felt like I was the man in this episode and each day was utterly miserable. Thankfully that part of my existence is over, but who knows what other horrors lie around the corner. Yes, there are good things too. I won't pretend that there aren't, but unless you are an unthinking, unfeeling troglodyte then the bad always outweighs the good, no matter how cozy your own personal circumstances may be. I've always considered that there is a lot of truth in the old saying, 'ignorance is bliss'. The unfortunate irony is that in order to see the truth of this statement then you're already screwed, because it means you're one of the smart ones. That's not to say poor, dumb, uneducated people don't suffer. Physically they probably suffer more. But when it comes to the psychological realm they are cushioned by not having to dwell on the misfortunes of the world at large. They're content within the narrow confines of their own little reality, where the worst problem imaginable is if the pub has closed early or their football team has lost. Oh to be stupid! |
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15-07-2014
"Sure, I try to make my life better while I stick around but that's like decorating a prison cell: doesn't mean you really like being locked up there"
Well put. |
I live on the other side of the world from you, but the problems are the same. I had to move a number of years ago from my nice flat in the heart of the capital city due to a bitch that moved in above me and partied all day and all night. She had no carpets and would clump around on the wooden floor like Frankenstein's monster at 3am almost every morning. She neither seemed to work nor want, which made me believe she was from wealthy parents. Not being so fortunate I actually have to work for a living and that requires sleep - something that was impossible while living there. Talking to her courteously did not do one iota of good and neither did the eventual shouting matches that ensued either. It ended up that I had to sell and move to a smaller town 15 miles away, so I could afford a detached property. While not as convenient for amenities, just being able to have quietness and no fear when laying your head down at night is a precious gift. At the same time I felt very guilty about the person who bought the flat from me as the poor guy would no doubt have to deal with the same psychological (and physical) torment that I had to endure for so long. It once again illuminated human nature in all of it's, ahem, 'glory', as I pondered about society and our so called civilisation. Yes, most of us are all nice and polite on the surface, but when the cruise liner is sinking then it's every man for himself.
If it makes you feel any better, knowing there are SOME people out there in this world who think and feel similarly to myself is a little bit of a comfort to me. Your blog and YouTube videos make life a tad more bearable and I've got to thank you for making such a public contribution. I appreciate hearing the thoughts of someone so intelligent and eloquent. Oh yeah, and it doesn't hurt that your easy on the eyes too.