I had a crisis in my imaginary relationship with an imaginary friend of mine. It sounds like a psychiatric clinic, but you'll understand more later.

I had business partners. I made a lot of money for all of us. While I was working, spending my precious health and time, for the common good, my partners had built up other sources of income.

When we parted ways after our business partnership, I split the money just equally, even though my contribution was much larger than the others.

And now 2 years later, these people do not even ask in a short message "am I still alive? How am I doing? Maybe I need some help?". In short, nobody cares.

From this conclusion: the key to success is to always follow your own interests first.

I'm still getting triggered.

I think about myself, I'm not always adequate. And yet, sometimes I have to read such fantastic crap. By accident! And then think about it. It's crazy

I must be a lousy psychologist... I can't let more emotions into my life than I feel ready for at any given moment.

In short, I don't like people very much. And if there was anything to like them for.... one is worse than the other.

And so I live my life, each time evaluating my strength to open the door a little bit for the world.

Some dude came to my insta and left a comment under a video about depression.

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He said that people make things up, that people drive themselves crazy by their own nagging. Dude writes that it should not be us for money, but money should be for us. I don't know how in his train of thought the first follows from the second🤪

Dude makes cosmetics. He writes that his cosmetics are 100% natural. 40,000 followers. Natural cosmetics is very cool! Only natural cosmetics keep for 5 days and then spoil rapidly. He's probably lying about being 100% natural🙃

A month ago I posted a video on instagram about suicides due to hidden depression among celebrities.

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Now I'm getting comments. One type of comment is that celebrities are all on drugs and it's not depression. The second type of comment is that that's how friends of the commenters died. A third type of comment about commenters living in such depression right now.

I myself have some sort of seasonal search for the meaning of life. I'm not quite ready for that kind of audience response.

today's philosophical post.

I have 2 cats. one of them will be 10 years old, the other will soon be 9 years old.
Today one of the cats came to me, lay down next to me and let me cover him with a blanket, and he slept sweetly for a couple of hours. and I looked at him and realized how fleeting a cat's life is and how fleeting a human's life is

Still sick.

In fact, I've come to realize that I'm living the dream. But yes, I would like to live this dream life closer to the equator, not in these swamps....

I don't have to get up early in the morning. I get up at a more convenient time. As I dreamed about 15 years ago, I work as much as I am ready and willing.

I don't put myself on credit. I don't have to think about where to get crazy money to enable my child to get an education.

I socialize with people in society as much as I want to. And by the way, people are loaded with shallow uninteresting thoughts and I get tired of it quickly.

My basic needs are closed, although I lack a sense of security and trust in people, but I am working on these issues.

That all sounds very beautiful. I'm going to go think about why I don't notice all these positives in my daily life. Why is attention running away to something that isn't there yet?

Sick. Some kind of virus that is not too hard to get over, but my back hurts like hell in the shoulder blade area.

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For the first time in years, I got theater tickets, and for 3 weekends at once.... Anyway, after the first show, I got the virus🙃.

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Gotta keep staying home like the pandemic started. People have not wised up a bit: they go out into society with their contagious snot... and if I was pregnant, and as a result of this disease lost a child?

It would be on the conscience of the person who came to a public place with snot! /and I am a shaman after all, others are advised to keep that in mind/.

Man, I love writing here. I can say whatever nonsense I want, no one reads it anyway🙃

Oh, man!

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I should have sold the focus token 3 days ago. Then I could have bought back more coins now.

Fomo, though

Nobody sleeps here, right? Otherwise, I'm having a night...

The crypto market is a very stable thing. It will either go up, down, or sideways.

I'm sick of living in a harsh climate. I'm looking for an apartment down south. Thought it would be cool to live in a house that was built in the middle of the last century for university professors, in the town I was born and raised in. And even sold an apartment in this house, but I am physically ill from the fact that I will live in the same city with my parents.

Yes, psychologists go into psychology because they have so many psychological problems of their own.

It's so funny that I'm writing generally to one side, for no one is commenting on anything here.

Team, if you want this project to succeed, you have to do something.

Young silicone-pumped ladies may not be able to do all the work for you🙃

It's great to write when you know that no one reads such long texts.