by the way.....i love you, but...FUCK YOU Linklater

All work and no play makes jack a dull boy

I remember the time, when we were kids. We had no option to stalk someone, we had no smartphones, we had no facebook. Hell, we blogged on paper if we bothered. All we had was maybe opinion of a friend and hitch-hiking to the unknown hoping for the best. Taking the bus on friday morning on a promise made week before. No tomorrow. No money and it didn't matter. We had no guarantee, yet we had no doubts either. We were young and arrogant, life hadn't fucked us in the face yet. If we lost, we went on. If we got lost, we found a way. It was all improvise not analyze. Untouchable and always moving.
What we have now. Staring at the screen, what to say, when to stay, observing every move, still thinking, if say anything at all, stare the screen, bite nails, occasional cigarette, already accepting the loss surely, staring at the screen, grass was greener....step up your game, be faster, stronger, better, sell your stock. Nobody is buying. The bids are too high. Seen it before, done it before, lets stop doing it overall. Lets not be, not exist.
I'm just saying i'm sick of...everything is out in the open, but everyone is withdrawn from life. I know where everyone was on saturday night, probably what they ate even and tip of the iceberg of two word feelings of good old facebook, but what the hell is the point of this. Does anyone get up their asses anymore to seize the day. Do impulsive shit.
Ah, whocarez...just a random evening at work....uneventful

day in and day out i've been thinking, what the hell am i doing here. i just picked a random place on the map, packed my shit and took off. for no obvious reason. made believe reasons, for sure. it's funny as hell actually. the life i used to live, it was full of doubts, suffering, questioning everything, feeling hate and regret and all that crap. now i feel nearly nothing at all. on a deeper level. it might sound wrong, to think of. i meant, i'm more like... free of everyday shit. it's like pretend life. which is hundreds times easier, than the life i assumed was living. because change is ridiculously simple. every single day i can just choose differently and it all starts again. thousands of possibilities of scenario. not even a second, i'm stuck anymore. i shook that bollocks off. every single thing besides history can be replaced. and history will always remain history. i don't even understand anymore, why everybody get so stuck with the idea of shit that's gone. the very moment you realize the minutes passing by, it's already done and technically soon to be forgotten.
more i isolate my mind, more i alienate myself, clearer it gets. reality is insignificant and so is everything else. question is, how you want to spend it.
i used to think something is always in the stock and most of the time is stand by for greater things... on the contrary, this is actually IT.
i don't know, what went down. did five movies a day brainwash me, not flushing my brains down the drain with booze every single day, monotony of the routine...did i just grow up and accepted the fate, which is not half that bad, if you let go of the strings....who the hell knows and what does that shit even matter. even idiocracy is irrelevant. guess...i dunno...punk's not dead all of a sudden.

so limit pushing. worked 8 days in a row, had a day off, rode 66 kilometers. haven't been drinking basically at all since i embarrassed the shit out of myself on my birthday. okay, couple of days altogether maybe.

 i don't feel any better or any worse. fit as fuck, with no effort. at least i have that. paid rent too early as usual, ain't broke even. guess it's all good. though it seems like i'm filling in the slots, but i'm doing it just to appear regular human being. i don't mean any of it. my mind is elsewhere day and night. every single second, i'm in the infinity. 

is infinity in my brain real, or is it creation. or a dream. if it wasn't, why it never lets me go anymore.

i've had weirdly crappy mood for two days in a row now. mainly because of being extremely exhausted physically. i've accepted every opportunity and hour of work to numb my mind. not to think. and push my limits.
if i had time to think, i would simply go crazy. i've been dwelling on the edge for a while now.
it is definitely not a bad kind of crazy. it's more like a beautiful collision. but this is not a sprint, this is a long run. between gaps and tiny spikes of joy, i must remain sharp and keep the third eye on the horizon. and that can be arranged just like pushing fifty kilometers on a tiny bike and that's literally for no reason. i have a reason. or aim. or answer. or vision. all of it.
i had exactly five different invites tonight to go out, one or two of them surely  booty calls. ironically those kinds of entertainments have been voluntarily off the menu since....since i decided so. five options, when all i wanted was a after work beer, yet none of this was good enough.
so after saying no to myself, i feel proud and fulfilled. i don't need this, if i already know, what i need.

which is weird, sest kaks päeva järjest on mul vastupidine tunne olnud. ma tean, et see oli tingitud liiga suurest kogusest alkoholist, aga see häirib, kuidas aju mängib trikke.
mu esimene mõte oli täna hommikul, kas lugeda või kirjutada. ironically, raamat on ka east of eden. seega, i guess, suurt wahet polnudki, kumb läks hetkel. muidugi, et yldse selline valik esile kerkis, näitab vist, et alkohol ja depressioon on werest lahkunud.
sünnipäew oli tegelikult awesome, sest maagilisel kombel ma tulin ikkagi just neile kõigile meelde, kellel ma kunagi meelest ei lähe. tähendagu see siis kesköist mixtape'i saksamaalt, varahommikust videokõne luunjast või raamatut, mida ma pean yheks kahest piiblist... või siis lihtsalt kohale ilmumist. loomulikult need supilontrused, kes on kuulsaks saanud oma ylelaskmistega, tegid seda jälle. and once again they got under my skin. teadsin juba siis, kui see juhtus, et ma ei peaks sellega kaasa minema. midagi oli selles isegi värksendavat, kui saad terve päew iniseda wennale, kui paha ikka köik on. sest seda luksust ma ei saa endale siin väga lubada. juba sellel lihtsal põhjusel, et päriselt on köik hästi. mul on töö, kus mind hinnatakse, vabandage, mul on neid koguni kolm-neli. mul on superb elukoht. ja mis siin salata, ma ei saa tegelikult juba ammu jonnida, et mul ei ole sotsiaalvõrgustikku. vastavalt igale tujule või igale zanrile, i have it covered already. niisiis aju, mis juhtus? nagu ka eelmine aasta, ei tulnud see, kes tulema pidi. tänavu isegi duubelesitluses. kui mõelda, siis neil on isegi piinlikult palju yhist joont.

makes me wonder, is it about people at all then. isn't? it maybe it's just the constant feeling of de javu, that attacks me, when i least expect it. the intense flow of smells, pictures, the feeling - i have been here before and everything happens in the same time and time is not linear. all that crap. all that crap once again. truth to be told, our lives are so insignificant and similar, why to even think it has a reason. everything indeed has already been told and already been seen. same songs have been played thousand of times before i got my hands on them. right. why bother to be bothered. so after ten tequila shots later, i should know, that shit happens as well as it doesn't. suck it up and put another song on, that makes you feel good and maybe, just maybe, lets you relive the hope of better tomorrow. guess the only thing, that actually stops me enjoying the actual moment i'm in, is constant need for something bigger, higher, further. i didn't read thousands and thousands of books throughout my life, to accept in late twenties, that it's all a lie. i mean, it has a beauty in it, if you let your mind go and dream. but somebody some point created dreams. i refuse to believe, that human mind is powerful enough, to just...lie. so here i dwell, i don't know. there was existentialism, there was critical realism. go figure.
okay, nevertheless, statistically i have been more negative than i have been positive. in my own tiny history. the actual times, things were bad, and bad is a mild word, what i have been through, i had more vision, how life should be, than i have now. sounds like crooked mirror. i cannot bitch about anything anymore, yet i bitch about the smallest details, like i'd seriously like to make morning coffee to someone. i miss buying cat food. i miss my turkish soap opera on sunday evenings.
and here i go again....loop.