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the literature that makes a point to tell people of evil (and other disgusting things) that exists can’t attract me…
because we already know that evil exists
what it needs to be telling is that evil can be dealt with, destroyed or overturned

and overall, I prefer to read about things I want more in my life, than about those I don’t really want to exist in it at all

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got stuck in a very silly place in a middle of a chapter

staring into the wall trying to think how hair different to my own would behave in a world without hair products
seriously

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found this going around the Internet once
Reasons for admitting women into an asylum:

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I find a few other points also interesting.

Menstrual deranged?
Over action of the mind?
Tobacco and masturbation?
Bad whiskey?
Excitement as officer?
Time of life?

Might be a fun idea to count how many of them I currently match.

(Also, when I read ‘congestion of brain’ I always imagine something less ‘stroke’ and more ‘constipation inside the head’ for some reason… )

 

 

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I wanted to start this sentence with ‘people who know me will know’, and then realized that yeah, those might exists only in my head, so…

Let’s try again.

What I wanted to say is that while I’m generally very anti-drug and anti-addiction by my nature (this being that something that I would expect people who know me know), as in I couldn’t get into a habitual use of anything even if I tried, and I have no desire to try what so ever (and I had more than enough chances to in the past, with smoking and people prescribing me easy-to-hooked-on drugs), sometimes I genuinely get scared of getting addicted to painkillers, just from the way it feels when they finally start working on the days when I wake up with a head-splitting headache that almost has me in tears when I can’t get in under control for three hours… And then when the painkillers finally work and I want to start crying for an entirely different reason, it feels so good that it’s the only time in my life when I can sort of understand why would someone get addicted to it.

Though, probably worth mentioning, the medicine I take is the very mild one and proper from a normal local drug store, and I’ve never actually seen the ‘funny’ sort of painkillers they often show in American tv-dramas. It’s just gets a little scary when the few hours I get on the combination of painkillers and some sweet latte is the best I feel these days.

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that frustration when you have just comfortably barricaded yourself in your seat, with all the cushions just right, with the leg support, and laptop stand on your lap, and a nice chocolate cake nearby for a snack…
… aand you realise you forgot your tea and need to get up to get it
and then you realise you forgot your glasses somewhere too…
and then your workbook you need for writing is also not where you though you put it…
…and when you finally sit down for the nth time thinking you’re ready this time, you realise you better go to toilet too

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The Way You Make Me FeelThe Way You Make Me Feel by Maurene Goo

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

A very simple teenage summer story.

This is not a book to read if you’re looking something insightful and ‘timeless’ (as it might have been described on the cover), or something to learn things about people from. At least not if you’re older than 12.
It’s a simple story. As a glance on teenage life, I would even say simplified.
The protagonist is a ‘softly rebellious’ girl who is supposed to find better things to care for in life by the end of it. And that’s all there is too it.
The protagonists is also, in fact, extremely difficult to emphasize with. And not even really because of her behavior, which is very questionable as it is, but because of her language and how she expresses herself. All the ‘yeesh’ and ‘sheesh,’ and her other reactions were generally very annoying. I don’t think I could have emphasized with her no matter how old I was.
Her relationships were either all very shallow, or very shallowly described. People who were supposed to be her friends were very easily dismissed less than half-way through and it seemed very strange. She just suddenly ‘gets’ a love interests who is ‘very hot and rich’ and who cares much more about her than she about them, and that’s that.
Were we supposed to care about cultural details? Or about food? I honestly couldn’t tell.

There’s not really enough in this book to hate it, though.
If you’re looking for something very simple and light to take your mind of things, and can read shallow stories without feeling a need to question everything or get annoyed with it, then this book maybe is what you’re looking for.

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It is a very strange feeling
and generally a strange thing to exist in the world, if you think about it, …

when you are pitied because you’re ‘too smart’ and ‘the world is made to be kinder for stupid people’, and basically ‘there probably isn’t a place for you’, and ‘you should try pretending to be simpler for your own good’

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everyone has their own problems with ID photos
mine is that my eyes always look like I’m too old for this shit, too tired for this shit, and frankly couldn’t care less about this shit.

Which doesn’t help when it’s supposed to go on your CV and need to be looking young and ambitious.

Had to re-take it 8 times, until there was at least one where I still looked bored, but at least not like I just killed someone. Or am going too. And don’t feel much on the topic.

Photos don’t lie, I really am too old and too tired for this shit. Always was.

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What do you do when the two people inside you, suddenly want to start living two completely different lives?

On top of everything, lives on different sides of a planet.

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what I really dislike, is when I go to a live and people next to me start to take more of my attention than the people on the stage

one time there was a girl (woman?)
Who started the evening by taking off her pink very high-hilled pumps. And standing barefoot on the cold, dirty floor (it’s winter, people around were wearing boots) of the live house. Which was enough of wtf on itself. But next she started to make noises of birthing lioness right next to me. Which is very hard to stay indifferent to. Later she also used her hair to switch everyone around and sweep the floor while at it. (She probably should’ve swept first, and then taken her shoes off)
It’s not even really annoying, more funny if anything, but it just gets in the way of focusing on what I went there to focus on…

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when you realize that in this world in too many instances being right automatically means being the minority

in fact I’m having a hard time remembering when it does not