Every year I think that I have become a better person and wonder how could people stand me before.
I dropped smoking. Funnily enough, I haven’t noticed that I’ve started. I didn’t use to care about my health. Until I had one of the famous hypochondriac attacks. It was titled “I have cancer”. The other one was directly connected to my semi-depression and a full-scale paranoia. I’m quite dramatic, yes. There are other reasons.
Being in Poland makes me uninspired. Some parts of my family are as toxic as Chernobyl. That’s a nice simile. Poland is just too self-abusing at times…
I hinted that if anyone comes to visit me, I have nowhere to take them. I have an urge to complain since I arrived. Mum suggested taking visitors to Auschwitz. We had a good laugh. My mum is not the toxic part. She likes to believe that I’m her clone. (And it was the neo-Nazi Swedes who stole Arbacht macht frei!)
My dad is less frustrated. He gave me his green anti-stress pills. I’m successfully apathetic as a result. We are all drug-addicts in here. Plus, I got an important life-lesson. If you want your pipe to work well, you should put a piece of cotton dipped in brandy in it for a day. The next day you should smoke the pipe slowly with a good tobacco. The pipe remembers it’s first tobacco.
Iggy Pop is singing that it’s a party time. Well. It’s not. I’ll be with my parents realizing that they have more mental and social problems than me. I love them.
Good news, collage, pencil
I won’t spoil anything or at least I’ll be wishfully thinking.
The Knot is in me. It’s a big anxious Knot. I’ll be happily ignoring it.
Amen
