Random Thought Thread

I lived in a country
To be honest, my dream one day is to be able to say the same thing.

I’m not going to talk about the standard stuff — like how I have to use a ton of extra software just to get access to a normal, non-censored internet. (Yes, that actually happens, and a regular VPN isn’t enough to fix it — you literally need a whole system of servers just to use the internet like a normal everyday thing.)

But the worst part isn’t that little detail I mentioned. It’s the 5–6 air raid alerts a day.
No matter where you live, even if you’re 100% safe (and I am completely safe), you still hear the sound of the air raid siren and the noise of planes/rockets/drones flying overhead.
By the way, I’ve gotten used to it — I’ve even learned to tell them apart.

Default conveniences, like getting something delivered from another country, turn into a real skill in logistics and know-how.
Well, some of you might remember my story with the K18.

But honestly, guys — appreciating what you have is extremely important, I assure you.

Lately I’ve been realizing just how crucial even the most basic things are: safety, some level of freedom, or a combination of the two.

I'm serious — there’s an enormous, incredibly huge pile of things that are so important, but so utterly familiar and everyday, that you don’t actually value them… until the moment you lose them.
Their mere presence is basically proof that you have some kind of resources, or that you’ve been at least a little bit lucky in life.

(At least I’m slightly lucky, I guess)

((Well, at least I could be rotting away in North Korea or some other wonderful communist heaven.))

Just thought it’d be cool to share this.

P.S.
Don’t you dare think I’m complaining.
Quite the opposite — it motivates me like crazy to improve my life.

If even one single person thinks I’m complaining, I’m dead serious — I’ll post a photo of myself in my holey shorts with “SDFK” again.
 
Regarding the house .... "two more weeks" he says, and this time our general contractor might actually make it.

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And no more hanging of Christmas lights for me ...

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Cheers.
AWESOME
 
As someone living in one of those ‘9’ places, I’ll say—you’re wrong.
In all of those places, you can also say something bad.
Well, about another country. 😅
As for the rest, if you say something like that, they won’t find you at home.
And your house might be taken too, by the way.
In favor of those who got citizenship just yesterday.
Reminds me of an old joke;

An Englishman, a Frenchman and a Russian are drinking at a pub when the discussion of ‘true happiness’ pops up.

The Englishman says, “Ah, a good book in my favorite chair in front of the fireplace, my faithful Irish Setter at my feet. That is true happiness”.

The Frenchman goes, “Hah! You know nothing of true happiness. True happiness is being in front of that fireplace with a beautiful woman in my arms, a bottle of chilled champagne nearby. THAT is true happiness”.

The Russian says, “You two know nothing of true happiness. True happiness is the KGB banging on your door at 3a.m., yelling “Ivan Ivanovitch, you’re under arrest! Open the door before we break it down!”, and you say, “No! No! Ivan Ivanovitch lives next door! This is 418. You want 417!!!”. THAT is true happiness”.
 
But the worst part isn’t that little detail I mentioned. It’s the 5–6 air raid alerts a day.
No matter where you live, even if you’re 100% safe (and I am completely safe), you still hear the sound of the air raid siren and the noise of planes/rockets/drones flying overhead.
By the way, I’ve gotten used to it — I’ve even learned to tell them apart.
This is one of the things I pondered, watching the news over the past few years; most Americans who haven’t served in the military have no idea what it must be like to live somewhere you have to deal with rockets/missiles/artillery on a regular basis.

I can’t even fathom what that must be like; knowing that even if you’re not directly involved, one of those could hit the wrong place at the wrong time, and completely change/end your life. 😕
 
Reminds me of an old joke;

An Englishman, a Frenchman and a Russian are drinking at a pub when the discussion of ‘true happiness’ pops up.

The Englishman says, “Ah, a good book in my favorite chair in front of the fireplace, my faithful Irish Setter at my feet. That is true happiness”.

The Frenchman goes, “Hah! You know nothing of true happiness. True happiness is being in front of that fireplace with a beautiful woman in my arms, a bottle of chilled champagne nearby. THAT is true happiness”.

The Russian says, “You two know nothing of true happiness. True happiness is the KGB banging on your door at 3a.m., yelling “Ivan Ivanovitch, you’re under arrest! Open the door before we break it down!”, and you say, “No! No! Ivan Ivanovitch lives next door! This is 418. You want 417!!!”. THAT is true happiness”.
To be honest, it’s precisely this incredible amount of cynicism, sometimes a very peculiar sense of humor, and a general distrust of literally everything that makes life easier for me, and that’s how I look at the world.

Overall, I try to approach everything as if it were a fun problem that just needs to be solved.

And yeah,my favourite joke about socialists

An officer asks a soldier:
«What should a soldier do in case of a nuclear explosion?»
The soldier replies:
«Stand at attention, hold the rifle out in front of you at arm's length…»
«Why?»
«So the molten metal from the barrel doesn't drip onto government boots!»
 
This is one of the things I pondered, watching the news over the past few years; most Americans who haven’t served in the military have no idea what it must be like to live somewhere you have to deal with rockets/missiles/artillery on a regular basis.

I can’t even fathom what that must be like; knowing that even if you’re not directly involved, one of those could hit the wrong place at the wrong time, and completely change/end your life. 😕
Sorry for my irony, if anything.

Overall, it’s something between walking around a construction site without a helmet—where bricks might fall, but it’s not like anyone is actually throwing them at you.

A lot of everyday things, like driving to the store during rush hour or even rain, are more or less comparable in terms of danger.

The main factor here is kind of mental.

But the human brain is an amazing thing—you get used to it.

I travel to other countries quite often.

And once, while I was abroad, a car tire exploded, and in my head it triggered the same kind of reaction I get when I hear, somewhere in the distance, the sound of a rocket explosion or something like that.

Imagine: outside your window, a large truck’s tire suddenly bursts from hitting a pothole or a bump—that’s exactly the feeling.

Of course, I’m downplaying it. I don’t like to complain, but I do like irony.

Honestly, I just wanted to share something like this.

I won’t come back to this topic again.

Next time, I’ll tell some kind of conspiracy theory or something like that.

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