If it doesn’t bleed, it doesn’t read. Your own personal happiness and societal collapse becoming a real possibility

Ran into the typical statement going like: ‘I want to focus on my own personal happiness and ignore the global mess’. This is an attitude am much more sympathetic to than before, especially if someone like this is still open to follow what’s going on in the world. I used to be part of a sect whose members made their entire life, every tiny aspect of it, political and I didn’t like that either. I made fun of them until they kicked me out. I tend not to fit into any kind of formal organisation.

This X thing is relatively good at fishing up friends out of the virtual minestrone conspiracy soup. I find that the less less likes I get the more likely it becomes a likeable person will start liking me. So this hunt for likes from total strangers who don’t even use their real name or real picture is laughable.

I’d like to provide some sort of value to people online. Saying anything about Slovakia is not going to cut it, because there’s no way around it, even most Slovaks would rather leave this country if they had the opportunity to do so. From time to time a western journalist shows up here if something bad enough has happened to warrant a visit to this boring backwater.

A few minutes ago I ‘operated’ on Bruno. He had mud caked under a nail, it was starting to get infected, so I had to whip out tools to remove the muck with tools. He was afraid and cried, until I found the gentlest possible method to gradually flick out the offensive obstructive dirt.

It of course made me think of parents having to endure their kids undergoing amputations without proper anesthesia in Gaza. This is something I will never forgive American and European officials for. They could have stopped that humanitarian hell any time and they chose not to, only because they gain personally from their unwavering support to the demonic miscreant entity.

Today Bruno’s side of the family has invited me to come and eat duck with them, but am not a fan of duck nor of the superficial banter that reigns at their dinner tables, so I passed. As you can see am hard to please. If politics are not on the menu I pass and if people take politics too personally, I also pass.

Bruno watched some video on the private island of Necker. I quite liked it, though it’s not the kind of thing I would ever watch without him. To focus on one’s personal happiness doesn’t look like such a bad idea.

It must be wonderful to be happy about a few purchases, a job promotion a two week holiday some place. It’s not really for me. Some acquantaince diagnosed me with having a naturally low dopamine production.

I would argue that my dopamine production is triggered by rather intense stuff. I’d consider orgies, but I live in Slovakia. The most sexually deviant thing you can find in this country is a woman wearing shoes in the bedroom. Wearing shoes inside the house is a big no no around here. The literal tabboo of it must offer certain arousing avenues to Slovaks.

I don’t have that option, my Belgian family wore shoes at all times throughout my entire childhood.

I’d like to leave Slovakia at some point, so am not reminded of it every day and can finally let go of the toxic habit of bashing this place a little bit.

My whatsapp feed is dominated by a Slovak Slovakia haters. Slovakia haters are almost always Slovak. I’ve been slovakified to the point that I have the same negative attitude towards Slovakia as Slovaks.

In America I would have been Americanized. Maybe there’d be a flag waving from my porch.

Am writing this forgetting that there’s a gigantic Confederate flag in front of me. Not for the typical reasons people have a flag like that.

There are also 14 bottles of alcoholic drinks on this table, none of which I ever drink.

Bruno is behind me watching YouTube kids. It’s about time we go play some game together, cause using YouTube kids as a babysitter is bad parenting.

There were protests in Slovakia yesterday. Not organized by the CIA. Even the CIA doesn’t care about this place. Maybe the US embassy gives small donations to the local mainstream media.

Lots of people went to those protests. I chose to be home with Bruno around the time of those protests. My priorities aren’t so terrible after all.

Yesterday I had a long talk with one of the most beautiful and most intelligent women I have ever met. She’s from Venezuela. She talked about how Chavez and Maduro and their ilk ruined the country and that all the problems there can’t all be blamed on US interference.

When I was a member of that political sect I was a staunch supporter of Chavez. I was one of those people who smoothly transition from being vaccine experts to fire control experts.

I think my friend who is aware that humanity isn’t doing well, especially in the leadership department, but chooses to make the best of his life is a lot wiser than me.

I do have to tell him not to use air to dry his hand in public bathrooms. You blow literal shit on your hands.

Which is not as bad as all the shit my mind obsesses over.

My mind is so silly I can feel guilty for enjoying a light French comedy whereas my friend just enjoys it.

In the end we have the same impact on the world, so I like his example better than my own.