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22 March 2012
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21 March 2012
Back then Internet was my outlet. A new place to find myself. In the beginning this worked fine. Facebook more than anything became a way to meet new people. Create a new social circle. Everything online was done in order for a new reality to take place; not the already established to go on as it was. In other words, my online activity started as a means to get away from real life relationships that had gone to shit. I don't think I ever perceived the web as a SOLUTION to anything. However, at the time I was willing to give it a chance. I think back before online social activity was considered something everyone casually does and it was in its early stages towards becoming the mega profit monster business it is now there were many people who thought like me. "Hm I might give this a shot. It seems like a fresh way to connect with people who might have the same interests. Who knows."
And then, two years ago, I found myself in the exact same place -only this time I wanted to escape from the online acquaintances. Unfortunately real life and online life blur and they blurred a lot in my case, since many people with whom we were all super-amazing-fucking-badasses-holy-shit-aren't-we-cool online, I got to meet in less than idyllic circumstances in real life much later. Actually, the problem -and I was very aware that this was a problem and it would lead to more problems- was my online etiquette. Virtually no experience with how facebook socializing would turn out to work made me accept friend requests of people I had no particular interest in getting to know and knew I never would. The reason I accepted was my retarded courtesy since they were friends of friends who were relevant. I suppose I should have ignored said friend requests. But then again who knows who might have been butthurt and what other drama might have developed because of facebook of all things. So, one after the other I started accepting requests from people I'd heard about from people I actually knew.
Either way, once you start accepting a persona non grata here and another one there, you soon enough find yourself faking your way with people you borderline dislike. Does this sound conceited? Does it sound arrogant? Well, fuck me sideways if I care! :D ! After all I'm the one who ended up meeting friends of friends who had me "all figured out" by my online activity. And that's the problem. Generally when you meet someone, you have the option to invest in having them know you. However, if it's not just some random person but someone who "knows" you from what second hand information they've heard about you and your ...online activity (!) then there just might be an issue with ever getting to properly know each other. There are just too many preconceptions. Of course, all this is highly personal since the people -> I <- met and the circumstances -> I <- met them in were shit. "Ho ho let me introduce you to my friends" was a major disappointment and I couldn't have reacted in any other way than *silence* once I actually did reluctantly meet the "friends of friends" and quite frankly we couldn't be more different if we tried. Hell, at some point I even got the paranoid idea we WERE trying to be as incompatible as possible. Yes, that bad.
But why was that such a big issue to me? Why didn't I just lol my way out of that social inconvenience and never think about any of it again?
Because. Oh because, because. Because aside from meeting the most incompatible fuck ups possible in a social context where we were all expected to get along, I also met them while I was in a foreign country, where I knew no one and ballsily stayed for a period of a few months for a very specific reason which is another story that had NOTHING to do with them, FUCK, I NEVER WANTED TO MEET THEM, SHIT, WHY DID I. lol. yes, oh so lol.
So let me rephrase with the timeline of this bullshitery:
Which only proves how tremendous of a mistake it was to accept friend requests from people I normally would most definitely have not if they weren't a friend's-friend-that-I-might-some-day-meet-in-that-foreign-country-I-have-0-contacts. It must be mind blowing to them that I didn't make facebook posts even considering THEY would be reading them, since I never thought about them in the first place.
5. Deleted social networking accounts/ took a break from blogging.
6. Meeting them years after that short lived facebook "socializing", over a year fb had been deleted, just to regret ever having to do anything with them in the first place, long after it was an established fact that our paths crossing -even in the online world- was a mistake.
This is starting to be quite a long rant. And they really can't read and think for that long. Or do that specific multitask in general, for that matter. Because, you see, once they find out I'm blogging again, they'll flock back again. Probably to dig out another ancient post and psychoanalyze me oh so successfully.
This is directed to 5-6 people total: The shit you've been spreading like your std's have spread around. If we ever meet (again) -hopefully not-, you'll catch the full volume of this FUCK YOU.
P.S. ^.^ future posts will include positive news of this past couple of years, but since this fuckery has been quite recent, I might as well flush it out of my system like the big shit it is, first.
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29 July 2011
28 January 2011
Back from New Mexico, back from New York, back from the New World. I travelled there for the purpose of asking one and only question and while doing so, I found myself stepping into another person's soundtrack and managing to fuse the music with my cinematics.
The zodiac signs have changed, we are closer to 2012, I actually like 2 Ke$ha songs, but the most groundbreaking thing of them all is that I ...quit smoking ....(!)
Conscious changes include a 90° turn in social affairs. Still having never done drugs and being extremely against personal experimentations of the kind (key word "personal" -I don't give a shit about what you 're doing to yourself), I am going to very-much-on-purpose sabotage any new, substance-using acquaintances for example.
Of course, the most serious and consciously planned changes are the ones regarding the career and relationship aspect of my life. As far as those are concerned, should I continue to feel the same way, I will be leaving everything I know behind, to start a new chapter, in a foreign environment, by the end of 2012.
....As for what exactly took place in America, I guess this will be revealed later on, and ,most certainly, after I stop being tortured by exams, once more. T.T
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15 December 2010
36 Hours Until DoWi'10-'11 Is Initiated. Tick, Tock.
@#$%T^*(*&^%$#@ @ #$%^!!!!!!! ......20 minutes later, the suitcase looks as if the wardrobe threw up in it and it still feels like the mountain of socks is taking the space of some other lost in oblivion ~something~. I chose the biggest suitcase I had, for this trip, partly because exploring a new continent has awoken feral instincts of immigration and partly because there's always the possibility I'll just buy too much useless shit -which will completely lose its appeal once I get back-.
I look at my suitcase monster with approval; it has wheels so dragging around my socks & stuff shall prove easy.
Character List of DoWi'10-'11
American Douchebag - American Douchebag was one of the protagonists of the prequel (DoSu'10) and since budget is tight, he will again have the leading role of the alpha douchebag male. Being an adventurous monkey, this U.S. manufactured assgoblin ended up in Europe where he met European Douchebag for the holy purpose of starting an international crusade of assholeness. During the process of collaborating in retarded shit and experiencing extreme situations, he proved himself to be an efficient and trustworthy caveman, getting shit done and bringing a certain level of savagery to everything. Fearless and brilliant in a rather retarded way, he resembles an onion in terms of multi-layer personality complexity and also stench.
European Douchebag - Having a more artistic taste in retardation than the American Douchebag, this other Douchebag-protagonist's brain is wired in a pointy unconventional way. Functioning like a mirror in terms of intuitive knowledge of the others and eating many lotuses, are things this Douchebag is notorious for. After a catastrophic ride on the roller coaster of obsessing with perfection and caring too much about this, that and the other, her venture in remaining lizard cool and turning all the past angst into carefully designed plans, succeeded in helping European Douchebag make a comeback in the Hall of Badass (as opposed to depressed) Laziness, well before meeting the American Douchebag; a timing perfect for them to both help each other reach their true potentials. Stubborn and adaptable, she resembles a magician's top hat: either something awesome will come out or a fan-aiming shit-thrower mechanism will be activated and the joke's on you.
Ned The Gun Nerd - Ned the Gun Nerd is an artist, proficient in the arcane physique of the human mind. A cult poet, visual artist and zombie killer, he pacifies the crowds with his pimp vibe. He likes shooting things as a means to balance his explosive creativity and on top of all of the above, he has good hair.
George The Veteran Of Useful Skills - George finally raises the age average of this toon pack, reinforcing it with experience and tried taste. His expertise in the field of movie making has mentally adorned him with a vast gallery of film references and quotes. His exceptional cooking will be put to the test when I arrive, since he has promised a special, custom-made feast (~happiness~).
Oh Mommy - The final boss. The one that determines whether you lose or win the game. The mother of the Douchebag American, in whose house I'll spend a big part of the Christmas holidays... God save us all. God save me, if "all" is not doable. In fact, I think I'll award myself with three war medals for the bravery of this endeavour, right now.
It is true that all the movie in-law related clichés will be put to the test. However, I have a few aces to pull out of my ass and anyway, it's fucking Christmas....hopefully I won't spend it in the garage.
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11 December 2010
- Thou shalt not cuss nor shalt you use derogatory terms.
- Thou shalt not analyze or make reference to real arguments; thy facts shalt be retarded, but the level of thy language expertise high.
- Thy statements shalt be tarot-like generalisations; the more conservative, puritan or stereotypical, the better.
- Thou shalt not bear false witness against anything, but merely declare ~your~ opinion.
- Thou shalt declare such opinion with knifelike, bull's-eye choices of controversial, misunderstood or conspiracy prone concepts and key phrases.
- Thou shalt offer a somewhat irrelevant reason for your mannerisms and have it glide unnoticed after summoning a certain level of fury.
- It is coming.
Start A Sentence With Perhaps
- Perhaps you should read the previous post.
- Perhaps it had to do with Americans and hot potatoes of the American history and culture.
- Perhaps it was about offering them a view of what the rest of the world thinks about the ones not living in big cities ("ignorant cowboys who live in the middle of nowhere"), the same way the Arabs are considered semi-barbarian fanatics or the Japanese weird technological savants with a tendency towards perversion.
- Perhaps it was about bringing attention to the fact that national stereotypes are extremely offensive and not very funny.
- Perhaps it had to do with the fact that no matter if you understand or "approve" of a culture, you have to respect it regardless of whether it's the American one or anyone else's.
- Perhaps the previous post was an ironic, sarcastic bashing of anti-Americans and their narrow-mindedness.
- Perhaps it wasn't about Americans at all.
- Perhaps it was about the fact that no matter how much of an apathetic badass who thinks that his/her country sucks and that the country's government is a pile of shit, one is, if a foreigner pushes the right buttons, the subject will go ballistic -if a native does that, he/she will be considered unpatriotic, by said "apathetic" subject.
- Perhaps you were offended by it and hate my guts anyway.
- Perhaps you should google the definition of the name of this blog.
- Perhaps I don't give two shits about whether you like me or not, because you don't pay me, grade me or are my parent.
- Perhaps you should start paying me, because one day I just might write something you'll hear about. And hear about it again and again, until you can't stand it any longer and wished you were making money off of it.
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09 December 2010
If You Are A White American/ African American/ Mexican/ Native American/ Alien* And Not Mortally Offended By Sentence 6, Read To The End
Having flown with Dussenbagen Stukas Airlines of the Proud German Nation for a little less than 20 hrs, I am expected to finally land at an airport of the American Southwest. There, after the typical strip show for @$*?#&! airport security, I will be joined by that American asshole I thought I got rid of after summer and we will proceed in starting to fuck shit up in extreme ass freezing temperatures, once I properly have a beauty sleep. At some point I will have my debut in a circle of his friends ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrMRmEeCfJM ) and all will be dandy.
The Southwest Marlboro Man In The Eyes Of A European
American correspondences also notify me that the general area is a bit gang infested -many of which are in fact of Hispanic origins-. Since I am unaware of the local gang names and differences, I will collectively think of them as ~The Chupacabras~ and in case of gun shooting, side with the man who has a silver star on his chest. Just to be safe, I will also practise vital phrases such as "YO NO SOY GRINGA!!", which will be used in a high-pitched, pleading voice if all goes to shit. Generally speaking though, I should be careful of the way I handle my affairs in the Southwest, since everyone there seems to have six friends who run faster than me.
I Hope My Totem Is Not The Cockroach
Proving successful in understanding the delicate balances of racial matters of the American modern-day culture should obviously be easy for me, but I am also interested in learning more about Native Americans. Indeed, not much is taught about the various tribes who proudly used to roam the American plains, in this side of the Atlantic. From what little I know, the Navajos seemed to be some mighty fine asskickers. I just hope I can get something closer to the real deal than a 5$ show or a visit to a casino owned by Indians. I must also refrain from accidentally killing Pocahontas by.. dunno sneezing -a method tested by my, in all accounts soap allergic, European plague-y ancestors-.
Abducting An Alien
But who really cares about all that shit when Roswell is in proximity! U.f.o.'s, cattle mutilations, E.T. phone home and all that jazz in the Mecca of ufologists, New Mexico, are of course a must-see for the thirsty-to-spend-money tourist! In this case, I am not sure as to what sort of preparation I must do, aside from rewatching a few X-Files episodes perhaps. If the truth is out there, then it surely must be out there in New Mexico. I hope they are friendly.
Getting My Ass Bitten By A Rattlesnake
When it comes to the wildlife, North America will offer me the opportunity of learning about species that can't be found anywhere else in the world. IS THIS SHIT EXCITING OR WHAT! I mean, aside from the cultural aspects of the museum roaming, I also want to find out more about their animals and, why not, plants (or combine things by finding out more about the stuff that is smoked in peace pipes).
By now, you might have developed the feeling that I'm speaking a bit.. tongue in cheek I dare say. The story behind this is that after the 5 seconds of extreme jealousy and hatred experienced by anyone who hears that I'm travelling to the U.S.A. this winter, they naturally ask "where exactly". When the Southwest is mentioned among the places I'm visiting, a blank stare follows, quickly accompanied by the question "... and what the fuck will you do there??". All of the above is pretty much my answer. Even though I of course am not exactly dead serious, it has to be made clear that if I didn't find North America a very interesting continent to explore, I wouldn't travel there in the first place (economic crisiiis hellooo! -no money for needless faggotries).
I am a traveller by nature since I have been travelling to foreign countries since the age of two and also by choice since I'd literally rather starve for some time if that means saving up money for a trip. Also, whoever thinks that a place, no matter where that place is and no matter if you risk getting shot by ~The Chupacabras~, getting bitten in the ass by a bear or abducted by aliens, has nothing to offer and won't affect you in ways thrillingly unimaginable, is a damn brute and should go back to his cave -'nuff said.
I've wanted to visit the U.S.A. for quite some time now and one way or the other, this IS going to be a life experience. After all, everyone who lives in a western/-ized society might not be a Christian and a democrat...
EVERYONE wants to live the American dream though.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnepPZChA5U ! :)
In The Next Episode:
-Character Dynamics & Analysis
-Revealment of The Final Boss
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