I have a sister, well two sisters, daughters of my dad in a marriage before my mom's. But this sister I refer to is the most optimistic and positive person I've ever known. Even being attacked by many different and strong deseases and some other serious life issues, she remains optimistic, in a very good mood and sense of humor always and a big fucken contagious sane and shiny smile in her face. It's always been like that since I can recall.
Her name is Olga Lidia and she is amazing. I envy her sometimes and wish I could be like her in that sense.
This are some plants she's got in the back yard, I took a shot of them the last weekend I visited her cause I found them beautiful and well cared.
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For some reason I've always looked far beyond the horizon time line specting the worst, reasonably or not (mostly not). As I said to the shiny and admirable @deirdyweirdy friend in a comment to her post and maybe repeating her words which have also been my reality somehow and as there's only one english language I might use similar words. I've spent my life putting out fires as well. My pessimistic thoughts can't (mostly) keep me from fighting ahead and/or over but they use to focus on results(bad ones) as a high probably ocurrence fact.
They say here....
Who doesn't owe it doesn't fear it.
Maybe this was caused as some kind of trauma by my father and his excessive strict regime or it's just perhaps fear and/or insecurities, but every time (mostly) that I'm summoned at work or any other place or when someone says seriously expressioned...We gotta talk. Then I spect the worst and think ...
What did I do wrong this time?
Even knowing I did nothing that sensation pops up and I get goosebumps as a defense armor getting ready...for what?...for the worst.
Every time my father called me something not nice happened though.
Every time things have started going well for me in life, something bad has happened and fucks it all up, maybe that also has built this sort of fear that brings pessimistic thoughts to my mind.
For example. When one of my beloved ones goes on a trip I always got this little jump in my stomach cause my mind starts picturing images of bad things ocurring. Gotta confess, that's fucking disturbing and takes away my breath from time to time. And not just trip related thoughts, it happens a lot when I'm in bed and some awful thoughts and images of my kids come to mind.
There's also the fact that every time one tries to improve life it goes down the abyss as well one way or another. There have been good times. Well, acceptable times let's say.
The real fact is that when you live in some unstable place like this one(my country) where nothing is ever for sure but bad things, then it comes routinely to always wait and spect for the worst to occur. Yeah, it's a fucked up thing as well.
Guess we, I, have got used to it and respond in consequence unconsciously, maybe it's just weakness or cowardy.
The thing is that if to call ny self one, I would say I'm rather a pessimist fireman.
This is a strawberry daiquirÃ, it's a nice drink to have, not my type though.
Perhaps, and I'm not justifying anyone's behavior, those are facts that lead some to dive into drinking. I don't blame them for wanting to escape from this fucked up reality, but that won't solve it and that's also the easy way out-in, yeas, cause it's far from being a way out and only gets you deeper in when you think you're running the heck out.
Anyway, I like drinking now and then, don't think is a vice but it's a like, so, I've had strong hangovers during which I say to myself...I won't fucken drink again.
Here it is called killing the mouse and I most say it's quite an effective method as disgusting it also is, though I haven't taken a time to finding a chemical or biological explanation to this effectiveness. The thing is that in the middle of a hangover the next day, you must grap a glass with line or two of what took you into the hangover stage and drink it from a blow. That is a good remedy for hangovers, at least it's been for me. I've tried many other things without any success. You might be thinking right now...
That's a drunk shity method!!!
Yeah, it might be. But it works!!!
Here it is a home-hand-made mouse trap built by a co-worker and used in our storehouse since mice were damaging stuff. Am afraid this mate in it didn't had a happy ending after all.
One thing I've always liked like a lot is eating tasty food or shity stuff that ain't food itself because it's sugar trash and stuff but it's fucken tasty. But I have always easily got fat.
I've always said that If I were a breed of pig instead of human, mine would ve the best breed and the owner would be reach.
Maybe not there where you live, but let me let me tell you a piece of information, here the price of a pound of pounded pork is 950 pesos of our coin. Imagine that I, who have a good salary, earn in or weekly, approximately the equivalent of 7 pounds of pork.
👇TRANSLATION👇
Big in the center you can read OFFERS.On the left, parts of pork, on the right, the number first, followed by the words "minimal salaries". Of course it's someone's joke to the pork up to heaven prices.In the end "COME BACK SOON"
Anyway, I've always fought against my natural complexion cause I wanted to have an athletic body, which I kind of had when younger when I played football and any other sports that were in fashion cause of a world cup taking place, besides I did some workout in order to look well before the young ladies at the time. Then eating was not a problem, I burned it all out throughout my exercises. Even though, I didn't like my complexion and still quitely don't, but I guess I'm over it right now.
Fuck no.
I have some friends that can eat a buffalo everyday and still remain in fitness ground. Oh I envy them so much, cause, as the matter of fact, I still like eating a lot, but my body is not burning anything anymore, so, sacrifices must be made to fitness.
I rather liked it back when the burning football times were running.
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