It is not me for real being sick. Only because of our society’s standards I am treated like unnormal for showing feelings, but if I lived in a society that I myself dream of noone would say that I am „ill“. They would only say: You are normal and because you have feelings and don’t try to hide them away you are a human being.

I am aware of people being too focused on only themselves.

They hide in their smartphones and stop envolving social communications,

real social communication.

This is dangerous and I am aware of this. Stay tuned and don’t stop asking questions about things going on in this world.

Vote for Merkel and Hillory, Barack Obama, Emma Watson and Donald Duck. He’s the cooler one showing anger and madness to all.

I already went through the Circle before Emma Watson.

ITs not the black, the gay or the Jewish people being dangerous for politics, it’s the open-minded. Or the unopen-minded.

I need to [share] this:

Maybe we should call the word “sharity” instead of charity, not to forget what it’s all about. Otherwise you might think about cherry tea only.

And maybe we should start teaching kids what “sharing” would mean originally before there were facebook, Instagram and Twitter accounts.

Do you know what I mean?

Public Enemies

People should start taking photographs of those who don’t mind about pissing in public places while there are others around them. And then those should be uploaded on public pages on the web so that these pissing people can enjoy even more publicity about their disgusting behaviour. And this is what you could call the campaign: Perverts pissing in public places. Simple as fuck.

And you should do the same with those who spit out on the ground while there are others walking besides, behind or just anywhere around them and might feel quite disgusted by that kind of disgusting way to show any kind of disrespect.

And peoples’ faces will be known for everyone.

Living in the centre of a town means a very hard life sometimes referring to beauty, romance, nature, respect, love, peace and fucking harmony.

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.


I will grow oldest.