How did we come to this?

The next time I am to travel it will feel as if I'm playing Russian roulette.

In a rainy state of mind

Sometimes the weather is very perceptive:

Love is in the air

Much ado about nothing...sort of

Yesterday on the bus:

My stop was approaching and I positioned myself at the door. Two boys of about 8 or 9 years old (I can never tell with children) stood there and as I hovered over them the one nudged the other “Move! The woman is about to get off.”

Woman? Woman?!? Ah, you little insensitive cruel monsters!

But then I thought “They’re just kids. To them any female over 20 is “woman”.”

After all it's not their fault I'm getting old...er.

Rise'n'shine

"OK, sleepyhead, time to wake up."

It is time.  Goodbye, fairyland. I will miss my smile though. I never got used to this, hm, "reality" thing. I can't get used to what makes me sad.

Love or chocolate?

Both! 

Astonished and in rapture

The IAMX gig in Sofia was...wow! And OMG! And fucking awesome, and mind blowing, and...well, wow :) I mean, how do you describe pure euphoria and ecstasy? You don't. That day, that gig, the way everything happened - I never dared to dream it would be so fantastic and it was in fact even more. I think about it now and I can't help to feel both sad and blessed to have been there. Ah, the bittersweet pain of post-gig depression - how I've missed you, my old friend! My head is still in the clouds, resting on a pillow of pink haze. I will get off... just not now - because now I can't wipe the smile off my face, now I am in love with life...what more could I possibly want? Now is perfect.

Thank you for the magic, IAMX!

Today, today, today

I'm putting a ban on Facebook - just for today. I don't want to see any pleas for help, any news about abused animals, I don't want anything to bring my spirit down. I'm going to a concert tonight (IAMX ! Tonight ! In my hometown !) so today should be, must be and will be all about fun, thrill, excitement and pure joy.
I have spoken :)

Bad-worse-worst

Apathy is humanity's worst enemy. People should fight not the consequences but the prime cause. Should but don't and won't. I sound like a broken record but, seriously, why would anyone in his/her right mind, to whom the tendency should be clear as a fresh pavement paint, would voluntarily bring a new life into a rotting world that is an inch from disaster?

Facebook asks me what's on my mind. Hope isn't. Oh, I know I will survive today, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow etc, and I know that right now there are millions of people who have literally nothing left, for whom "hope" is a word whose meaning is long forgotten, for whom tomorrow is as luxury they don't dare to even dream about. Yes, next to them I have everything; yes, knowing that makes me fully appreciate it. But I don't see how a normal human being can derive content from being more fortunate than others on account of mere randomness.