Random Thoughts

Every single time that I use a microwave -and that's five in total, I half expect it to explode. The whole process is unnatural! There are absolutely no indications that the meal is being heated. To me, the microwave is doing nothing except turning the plate in a circular manner. I believe no one would put their meal in a microwave if not for that yellow light. It makes all the difference. When it turns on, suddenly the microwave feels warm and cozy instead of some alien technology that wants to blow my meal up. ... I cut my hair by myself now. I've had it with those barbers! They don't seem to posses the ability we call listening. No matter what I say, they cut the way they're used to. The result never, in my experience, resembled my initial descriptions about how I wanted my hair to look like when I walk out of the shop. After tiresome struggles and hopeless attempts of constantly changing my barbers in search of the barber of my dreams -and it's really hard, ...

Most of these posts were written on my phone after midnight. I haven't planned them. Something popped into my head and I just started writing, sacrificing my sleep in the process. The thing that annoys me most about writing on a phone or any other electronic device is that when you don't like what you wrote, there is nothing you can do to get rid of your frustration. I don't know about you but pushing a button to delete everything just doesn't do it for me. If you're writing on a paper however, you have so many options. You can scratch everything, tear out the page and if that's not enough you can wrinkle it up and throw away. The number of drafts in my phone keeps increasing. I usually start writing thinking what I'm writing is really interesting. Then, somewhere along the way, usually when I finish writing the original idea, I re-read the whole thing and wonder "Why on Earth did I think that this was worth writing!". I try to make these pos...

I was sick the whole weekend. Seriously!? The weekend!? I had plans... No. Well, yes I had. But I don't feel terrible about being sick. I don't enjoy it and do everything that I can to stay healthy; but when the sickness comes I don't complain. One of the reasons is that it makes you stop and think on what you have been doing. It is sometimes a sickness that makes you do this, question yourself; sometimes it is a person. Whatever the cause is, this is something essential and I respect/value the thing/person who causes this, a lot (I'm not happy with this sentence at all). ... I hold the people who talk behind someone's back in contempt. When I hear someone doing this, I scowl involuntarily and give the person who is committing this shameful act a disdainful look. I then, either warn the person responsible kindly or take my leave, whichever is suitable for the situation. If you're talking behind someone's back, that means the person who is being talked ab...

They say we dream every night, but don't remember it. I'm really interested in dreams and I happened to discover a way to remember them. What you need to do is to make yourself half-conscious: to be in a state between awakeness and sleep. You can achieve this by first sleeping and then waking up at any point through the night. Then, you need to stay awake for a while -about half and hour or so. Finally you should lie down on the bed, set an alarm for about 30 minutes later then try to go to sleep. It won't work if you stay conscious during this time; you need to be half asleep. When the alarm goes off there is a high chance that you'll remember not only one but many dreams. Works for me, anyway. I haven't done this intentionally as I described, but it works all the time. ... Every now and then, I lose my motivation for living. Once, twice a month... On these days, I just can't do anything. Anything productive I mean. Thankfully, this mood of mine doesn't...

I know, I know... I said I would write more often and I meant it, but I really couldn't find anything to write about. Now, it may look like I finally found something that is worth writing about, but no. Not even close. However, it is the starting, the hardest part. Once you're on the road, all the pieces would fall into their places. Well, so far they didn't, but I'm hopeful. I will not give in to despair. In a movie were two people, a man and a woman, they talked about how they had nothing to talk about. It was quite amusing. Maybe I should write about how I have nothing to write about. So the question is, how come I think over and over again for weeks, but can not find anything to write about? Actually, I'm quite impressed with what I wrote (or have written? I just don't know which one to use...) so far. I've used some words for the first time, for example. Not that you care... For my part, I'm content with having written gibberish as long as I imp...