Anna Kathrin Vida (Goetze) is a bad human. She does not know me in person and I don’t know her in person too and while I’m trying to be good with other humans she just wrote me few bad messages. Super plastic bomb. She pretends to be vegetarian (not true) and treat everyone well (not true). I beg everyone of you: don’t believe in this fake WAG. She’s so bad and she writes bad words.
I love reading. Simon Beckett is one of my favourite authors ever. I love reading about those psychologial games, such stories thrill me and I love this feeling. What are your favourite books? Can you recommend me something, any items? 🙂
When I need time, I grab a book and dive into it.
The World Dog Day on the 1st of July, 2018, was special in such sense that the awareness of humans regrding domestic pets, here: dogs, couldn’t get any better so everyone was posting their pictures with dogs and writing how much they mean. I love when people unite in such positive feelings. But I don’t like when people make use of such dates for their own gains.
And so: in Poland, there is this minister of parliament who had an idea to pay people for taking dogs away from shelters to their homes and give those people 1000 of Polish złoty. The idea was that people would use 1000 zł to cure dogs and buy them dog things. But what if somebody took many dogs from many different shelters to get 1000 zł many times and would kill all the animals eventually? The minister has had no plan for monitoring the whole process of adoption so far. I know, it sounds too drastic but what if…? People may say that it is a good thing because that money is for the needs of dogs but what if somebody would decide to make a business out of living and feeling creatures? The idea is just an absurd… If you want to adopt, do it for yourself and share the love. Don’t do it for money!
And it’s in the name of parliamentary elections… I can’t even imagine if similar things happen anywhere else in the world or is it just this sick mindset. One guy wrote me that similar solution functions in the Netherlands and I answered that the difference between the two national mindsets is too big to risk the lives of innocent living beings for such experiments. I AM WORRIED.
I don’t know what I hope for. Oh wait… hope for the best, expect the worst. Oh, that sentence could nicely sum up the story of my life. But do I want to sum up it now? Don’t I want to have a bit of additional time in my life?
I don’t know. Especially when I got this time when I face health problems. I wish it was diarrhea but it’s far more complicated… Oh, actually it may resemble diarrhea at some point; especially at the beginning and in the meantime. Contrary to diarrhea it doesn’t seem to be eager to stop.
In such harsh moments I try to find something positive within myself – this time, as always, my hair. I am very proud of it! Better? Better! (I’m not gonna eat Snickers, however).
I like myself even if lately my eyes have been causing a lot of pain. Whatever I do I feel the ache within my brain (the place where the eyes are stuck in the skull).
Actually, there are loads of other things I like about myself but I don’t want to sound too cheesy so I am not gonna enumerate them 🙂
Remember: don’t let people to make you hate your life! How to do it? Go and love yourself! There are no ugly people; no weak people, no medicore! It’s us who design our lives! ❤
I enjoy the sun. It makes me happy to know that I’ll be never alone. The sun is there for me, alwaya. Maybe it’s not that bad to live?
Don’t trust anyone – that was my first life principle throughout years and because I decided to break it once, I’ve learnt the lesson I didn’t wish to learn.
It was 2008 when I decided to study English studies. I wasn’t too much into British and American literature (Polish literature is also a weak point of mine – well, maybe I shouldn’t write it but it’s true statement so yeah) but linguistics was something I wanted to dive into. The first year was a total mess for me – if you asked me what do I remember from the first year I would probably answer: nothing, and so it is, indeed. The second year came and also, I don’t remember too much. Maybe single subjects but not relations because I wasn’t too popular. I was too shy. When the third year came, it was the first year of more or less serious decisions. It was not a year of fun as at the end I had to choose my major and minor beat. You know, like in journalism: what attracts my attention more and what is not too attractive at all. Two years of my MA passed so fast and I was quite proud to have my diploma. I attended the post gradute studies in legal and judicial translation and I thought that I have so much luck that it couldn’t ever get any worse. Throughout all those years I always had someone to talk to and I always had in mind that there is this awesome girl I met while studying English and I could always say hi or ask how are you, it ws just nce. I wasn’t too self confident and I have to admit that she somehow helped to enter the world.
But now she’s gone. She doesn’t exist for me anymore because of reasons I don’t want to talk about because simply they don’t exist anymore, just like the girl. Well, I understand people come and go but when it happens that often the only thing I think about is to build up walls and surround myself with them. Again, I get the feeling that people attack me with no reason. I really tried to believe that not everything is as bad as I thought; but unfortunately it is. Again, I get the feeling that people only wait for my failure to enjoy the fall of mine.
I feel down and it is really hard to admit. I don’t get why people want you to live your life on their own terms. Why do people require from you things? I don’t find myself too offensive or controvarsial, I am just like other humans, I say bad things at times and I do equally bad things at times too, but the worst thing is that other people decide who deserves forgiveness and justifications and who doesn’t. Why do people decide what is proper for others? On what basis do they decide on what, where, why, with whom, and so on? If the particular thing doesn’t irritate them in one group of people then why they find it bad in the other group? Isn’t it better to say nothing if someone has actually nothing to say but talks whatever?
I was so blind throughout all of these years when I took all the good words and smiles for granted. It is just another lesson to learn. I was too emotionally engaged maybe but managed to understand few things, thank you.
How easy it was for you to say the crap about me
You didn’t even want to talk, you just wrote me few words
If you only knew what I have been through, you would understand
And I couldn’t even dare to say anything wrong about you
But it was easier to make things up
If that is what you love doing in your life, maybe it is really better
That we are strangers now