paranoid or visionary

Am I paranoid ? Please tell me anyone. I laugh at people who say „Trump“ will not win anyway, and even if he will not be able to change anything because of the „laws“. But haha, you don’t see everything. They were laws before, they got broken.

And people didn’t expect the Brexit to happen. And it did and all were shocked but this is what is happening. And Turkey.. I don’t know. We don’t need to talk about. I am happy I live in Germany, it seems to be one of the strongest places still in the world today (first will be the last and last will be the first).

I worry about international companies suck up small ones with money (money rules the world with pressure and force and threatening, corruption, this is true) and somehow getting richer they become more robbering. WordPress.Com is a free homepage still but it has less chances and possibilities then the place I was before (German homepage). And.. at the same time it is much more complex and complicated to understand. You need to be very concentrated to understand and built up your profile and page. They make it hard for people to understand all things easily about privacy, intimicy, options, settings, anything, so the basic settings are inacceptable for real but people don’t mind because they are too lazy to understand what’s meant between the lines.

And this is something I worry about. I don’t feel comfortable in a place which is going to be ruled by US-Americans who are going to be ruled by Nazis maybe.

Am I paranoid ? Am I ?

Maybe I should not tag my entries with „Trump“. Should I ?

extremes everywhere and media

Imagine a person not being able to understand the expression „fighting for peace“. Because he or she says fight can’t deal with peace, they don’t belong together. Fight and combat is the other part of violence and brutality.

I will say then: Have you ever thought about that „fight“ has not got only one side ? A fight can be bad with shot guns, physical strength, pity and misery. But it can be good, as well. Weapons of a good fight are… love, respect, tolerance, mental strength and smartness. And intelligence. So, please. Don’t tell me that those words don’t fit together.

What’s inbetween, the media ? All good things are threesome ? … in the centre of extremes ? The mix of things ? (By the way I always leave a gap between question/exclamation marks and last letters of last word in a sentence. Because I like the space.)

The answer is easy: It’s a compromise.

explaination

Am I wrong if I say there is a soul inbetween one’s body and mind ? You say everything is programmed by your brain to manage and to guide your body and your mind. They will function perfectly if they combine and communicate and fusion. Mind says: I’m hungry, I want to eat cheese. Body goes to the fridge and will be happy and thankful and enjoy the cheese at its best. This was what body and mind needed to feed the child and the child is called soul. Soul will be solved. Solution. And it will rise to the atmosphere (absolution) even after your death and body is rotting in the ground and your mind fading to dust. But the soul is up then and recalled by others. This is soul. Do you understand ?

Yesterday, my Mom told me, originally she wanted to call me Lisa-Sophie ; ) I will not explain to you, what Sophie means originally.

the first will be the last… one day. and other way round. jesus said so.

two stories about perspectives.

not to say I’m special, but I am. Haha.

Once I was in class of Gymnasium with adults (I was second youngest of 22) we had to analyze a short story about a relationship of a medi-age-couple with kids. they were having breakfast and a difficult topic came up referring to the kids. the parents disagreed totally. and the father, then, left off, without discussion any more. we had to analyze this relationship. but it went on because the father stayed alone for the whole day, the mommy cried and daddy wrote a letter in the end to explain himself. we didn’t know what he wrote.
all mates (?) in class of mine – and even the teacher – agreed on the decision to judge this relationship the way it was bad and not lovely. but I was disagreeing and I raise my arm and said: But can’t this be lovely, as well? You might not know, what they both would have done if the father hadn’t left. He was kind and brave enough to develope some space and time inbetween their love. All others didn’t understand what I was saying. I shut my mouth after and thought I was wrong.

Another one:
Once I was in class of normal school for trainees (media design workers) with kids only (I was second oldest of 23), the teacher handed out a short story in German lessons. The story was about a hard-working working man who always said YES to all kinds of work, never complained, and never said „NO this is too much right now, someone else needs to do it“. He refused to go on vacation and he got stocks of papers to care about in his office. All his colleagues started to talk about him, stare at him and wonderin about his behaving. They did not insult him, but they said, after once the hard-working man had killed himself, they said, yeah, somehow this was something predictable. They really never insulted him in the short story and we, the class, needed to analyze social behaving of the group. All of the others and even the teacher (about 60-year-old-man) were sure those colleagues were cruel and bullying and not kind.

But this was nothing I could see and I raise my arm as well and said: But, can’t this be normal behaving, as well? I couldn’t explain my feelings then but today I see, if you behave like a slave and you show to others that you are not worth a beautiful, stressless life, then the others will treat you this way and (ab)use the situation. But this is Kharma. And so, I think, if the hard-working man couldn’t find out for himself to love himself and say „NO, this is too much“, then this is his own fault and his own decision on a worthless life.

I’m done.

By the way: As I said (this is two years ago now) they all looked at me and didn’t understand anything. And I thought, damn, I must be wrong… But I’m not and I know it.

Fine.

I will grow oldest.