is not for lack of material or motivation,
but mostly due to my goddamn packed-as-hell schedule.
Right now though,
I feel like I'm about to explode,
and if I don't write,
my frustration might come out in a more unexpected and unpleasant way.
So here I am.
There's so fucking much to write about, man.
From the situation in Venezuela with the idiots who don't know
a goddamn thing about the country lambasting socialism,
and the "corrupt" government that had been elected in free and fair elections.
Here's a tip: Just because some sections of the incompetent, corrupt opposition
decide to boycott the elections does not invalidate the results.
Reminds me of the history of the Soviet Union,
and how everybody seems to have forgotten how it truly
was a "People's Revolution" (technically two revolutions in
a short space of time),
and how the other world powers crushed similar revolutions,
and attacked the newly-formed union, non-stop.
The documentation is there.
Read, you lazy, ignorant bastards.
Then maybe you'll learn
a little bit about how the Soviet Union morphed into
the grotesque entity that it eventually became near the end.
What else?
Oh yeah.
My beloved wife.
Who is now addicted to e-books.
It's like nearly every waking hour,
every available second she has is dedicated to
reading those goddamn abominations.
Alright fine,
it's not that I have anything against e-books per se.
But man, we don't really talk anymore,
even when we're outside.
Once I decided to see
how far away I could get
while she was distracted by her book.
Turns out, pretty goddamn far.
And she was upset about it.
Holy shit.
What is the motherfucking point
of hanging out with someone,
when that person gets to dictate
exactly when interaction happens?
Do you know how much fun it is
to walk alongside someone,
or sit opposite them for a drink at a cafe,
while they are completely glued to their phone?
How about when you try and make conversation,
and you can see the annoyed look
on their face,
about how you're interrupting them instead?
The other day I briefly snapped at her for being
glued to her phone while we were walking to our
ride, that was waiting for us.
And she got upset about it!
Holy shit put it down for one goddamn second.
Do I need to always check on you
like you're a child?
I literally could've just gotten in the car
and taken off...
and she MIGHT have noticed
maybe 20-30 mins later.
Or even an hour.
How the hell do you expect me to
want to speak with you,
hang out with you,
if the phone and those books
hold most of your attention?
Tried speaking with her about it,
and she always gets defensive.
Always.
It feels fucking hopeless,
and after an exhausting day or week at work,
I'm really too tired to even put in much effort to try and overcome it.
Let her have her fucking books.
I've got my own projects to work on.
And we'll see where we are at the end of the year.
Well enough of that.
