moments to share, moments to care

my personal little tragedy will never measure up to that.

3 strikes and a good advice.

chaos has composed itself.
the craze has taken its natural journey to the end.

and everything is back to normal.
just a bit better than before.

experience shows, that a triangle can solve itself without harming any of the three sides involved.

it takes an asshole to know an asshole.

the balance sheet has been fucked up for way too long.
it takes a great amount of destruction to outweigh it.

come what may.
i deserve every bit of it.

the last trip to sweden brought some serious thoughts about this fakey-smiley-confident american personality type.
generally i suck at smalltalk and i've given up trying years ago. luckily, there must be a vibe about me that encourages really cool, weird, and intelligent people approach me, dropping the bs superficial temporary politeness and talking about deeper subjects with decent content.

so i wasn't sure how the hell to approach anyone from a nation of superficiality.

turns out, it's really simple.
step one: remember they are just people. social creatures.
step two: arm yourself with one of those charming smiles.
step three: go for it. think of your own smile as a ray of sun in their gray world of mediocrity.

might sound a little sociopathic, but hey, whatever works, huh?

after indefinite period of time spent in emotional fog, i can feel again.

and it's not guilt.

"i'vecome to found that there is absolutely nothing as toxic on this planet as guilt."