Trecem prin (probabil) cea mai grava criza a ultimilor 36 de ani si extrema stanga, acesti auto-intitulati âprogresistiâ sunt awfully quiet. Ma scuzati, mai posteaza din cand in cand dansuri populare.
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Trecem prin (probabil) cea mai grava criza a ultimilor 36 de ani si extrema stanga, acesti auto-intitulati âprogresistiâ sunt awfully quiet. Ma scuzati, mai posteaza din cand in cand dansuri populare.
Fi-mi-ar scarba.
Iâm gonna name this cake
âCe faci noaptea ca sa nu te gandesti ca Rusia trimite drone in blocurile din Romaniaâ đ¤Ą
Am scris asta anul trecut dar ceva m-a oprit sa o postez. Un an mai tarziu, ii dau drumul in Univers, pentru ca lucrurile in tara si in lume sunt deopotriva mai bune si mai rele, mai simple si mai complicate:
Din noiembrie anul trecut pana in prezent am trait intr-o stare cvasi-constanta de panica. M-am trezit intr-o luni sumbra de final de noiembrie intr-o tara pe care nu o mai recunosteam, desprinsa dintr-o distopie pe stilul Fahrenheit 451 sau 1984, o tara care voteaza iluzii populiste si fasciste si traieste intr-o mocirla a dezinformarii si a manipularii. De atunci am trecut de la frica absoluta de revenirea totalitarismului, la momente marcate vag de speranta ca âpoate totusi o fi bine si cu noiâ si, spre rusinea mea, majoritar o stare de disociere, de ânu-ma-mai-pot-gandi-la-astaâ. Toate scenariile apocaliptice mi se derulau prin cap, de la Cambodgia lui Pol Pot la Belarusul ocupat de URSS, de la Venezuela distrusa de Maduro la a noastra Romanie sufocata de comunism.
In ultimele 2 saptamani zici ca n-am mai fost om. N-am putut citi, invata, exista, eram intr-o stare de fight or flight permanenta, faceam calcule, scenarii, dezbateam ipoteze, plangeam si mancam ciocolata si mancam inghetata si plangeam si apoi mai citeam 5 articole apocaliptice si iar plangeam. A fost probabil cea mai grea perioada traita de noi colectiv, ca tara, din viata mea (sau cel putin de cand sunt eu constienta de mine si de lume).
Si-n tot oceanul asta de anxietate si furie si neputinta, am avut raze de lumina. Nici nu le-as fi putut spera duminica seara, pe 4 mai, dar ele au venit. O mobilizare asa frumoasa, atatia oameni cu aceleasi dorinte pt tara asta care parea uitata de dumnezeu si de lume, atata munca si chiar lupta colectiva spre a apara ce am obtinut cu atata durere si suferinta acum 35 de ani. Am simtit atata speranta ca mi-a fost frica sa o accept. Imi vine sa plang acum, in metrou, pe 19 mai dimineata, aceasta noua Zi a Victoriei sau Zi a Europei pentru noi, doar gandindu-ma la toate prin cate am trecut saptamanile, lunile astea.
Cred ca o singura data am mai zis ca tara asta m-a facut mandra, in 2018, cand am ales sa NU fim si mai mizerabili si sa NU limitam si mai mult drepturilor unei comunitati si asa vulnerabile. Ei bine, acum sunt din nou mandra, de noi si de ce am reusit. Thereâs a fucking long&hard road ahead, dar macar suntem pe drum, nu am deraiat.
âas fuckâ is my favorite unit of measurement
oh to be consumed by books to the point i forget reality exists
To the people living in countries with at least vaguely functional governments:
how does it feel to be godâs favourites????
musings on God, tathev simonyan
Iâve read somewhere that true happiness comes when you go back to the weird stuff that made u happy when u were 13 (or smth along those lines)
So giving that my vampire obsession is back in full force (and has been for the past 6-ish months) i might as well return to this hellhole and just let it be
skipping the ad isn't enough...... i need to banish it. i need to murder it. i need to stab it to death. i need to blow it the fuck up.
One day you go to a cardiology lecture at uni and u think to yourself, âoh walking reduces LDL cholesterol, letâs give it a tryâ and you find out that you actually love long walks and theyâre therapeutic for your soul, and then you start making small changes in your eating habits, incorporating more movement, trying to sleep more and things do seem to be working well, but then social media hits u in the face and everyobodyâs like âcadio and pilates are the bestâ while others are like âweightlifting is what u should be doingâ and everyone is âmanaging their high cortisolâ or âregulating their hormonesâ and everyone and their mother now has osteoporosis in their 20s and like⌠are u guys ok? Are we, collectively, ok? Weâve made such a big complicated deal out of smth that absolutely should not be scrutinized this much that i fear we have long since lost the plot. I highly doubt humans are meant to live constantly calculating calories, grams of protein, grams of fiber, scheduling upper body or lower body or middle earth fucking workouts or whatever. Like, fucking chill. Get an ice cream, take a walk and look at all the beautiful flowers in bloom and make some pasta. I promise itâs not that deep and youâll live just fine
Iâm 100% certain that other people have written smth on the topic and were probably more eloquent than Iâll be, but whatâs absolutely PISSING ME OFF is how everyone is doing their damn hardest to make everything about themselves. Whatever anyone posts online, there will always, ALWAYS be someone to be like âwell this doesnât suit MY needs, MY wants, MY desires and I have to point it out in order toâ 1) make you feel bad and 2) somehow, in their twisted lil minds, make them feel better about themselves and their sad little lives. Whatâs the damn point of commenting under a cheesecake recipe posted by an account that posts dessert recipes and doesnât have nor has ever had anything to do with high protein shit, fitness, gym, diet culture bullshit, âcool but i prefer low cal high protein recipesâ???? Like who tf cares girl? U clearly arenât the target audience so why canât u just move on with your day and ignore the videos that donât suit your preferences?? Like, in what world was that comment necessary? What point did u wanna prove? That you are better than everyone else bcs u canât enjoy a fucking cheesecake slice that, oh the horror, has some sugar in it? Someone posts a bean soup recipe- the comments: âoh but iâm allergic to beansâ; someone posts a poached eggs recipe- âbut i hate eggsâ; someone posts themselves doing absolutely anything- âoh but I DONâT LIKE THISâ who cares boo??? Honestly, what must be going on in your tired and dark little brains to make you think that every single human on this damn planet must cater exclusively to your needs?
Why canât we just move on when we see smth that C L E A R L Y isnât for us, that isnât harming anyone, that is obviously enjoyable for a lot of ppl, including the one who posted it?
I swear to god some ppl should have a daily reminder that screams in their face âNOT EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD NEEDS TO BE ABOUT YOUâ
Tom Hiddleston & Diego Calva in The Night Manager 2x03
Is this the heated rivalry everyones keeps talking about???
Itâs 2025 and Iâm still shipping Klaroline
Guilty as charged
First week of uni-done âď¸
You know how they say, that you should get out of your comfort zone and experience new things and blahblahblah? Well guess what, my comfort zone just fucking exploded...
To methaphorically put it into words, I feel as if Iâm on a intensely circulated country road, with holes in the asphalt, without any road signs, without even marks on the road and itâs dark and there are no lights and I gotta make sure I donât crash into anyone or anything. The goal is, I suppose, to finally get to the highway and safely drive forward, only forward, until the final destination...
Until then, fingers crossed that Iâll be able to get used to this new life that Iâm currently creating for myself
Quick update on my life (during coronavirus sadly):
There are 2 months left from this uni year and, if 2 months ago I could say I found a nice lilâ lighted road, with no holes and everything was going as smoothly as it is possible for a rookie like me, now I feel like Iâm driving a 20-year old car on the damn TransfÄgÄrÄČan or smth, with no brakes...
2 months. Gotta avoid the crash for two more months.
2 years later, about a month short of finishing my 3rd year and the road was blown to pieces, the car destroyed, I am now running wildly trying to save myself from I donât even know what and everything around me is a huge burning mess
Sure, come to med school kiddos, itâll be fun đ
6 years later, med school done, i still hate my decision and fear the future
In the light of âThe Handmaidâs Taleâ emerging in the USA, obviously my fellow Romanians absolutely h a d to have an opinion. Naturally, males were the most vocal, bcs they are the ones whose bodies are not 100% theirs anymore⌠And what kills me the most is that we are not even 40 years away from a time where abortion was illegal here, a time where so many unwanted babies were born and so many women died horrible deaths by performing unsafe abortions at home⌠Yet our alpha males donât seem to care. One of them said that âthanks to that law I am currently hereâ and that the babies born bcs abortion became illegal will be âalive and happyâ. And I honestly wanna move to Mars. Iâm too heartbroken to go into details about how you canât fucking claim to protect âunborn babies rightsâ because said rights do not exist, I just want to point out that, again, and again, and again, womenâs lives and womenâs bodies are being targeted by⌠Men. Itâs always men, I swear to God, in any situation, anywhere, there will be a man telling you what or how itâs done, even if he has absolutely no idea what heâs talking about. And I donât wanna go into misandry here, but good God sometimes I really wish they would sit down, and shut up, and listen, and not try to undestand, âcause they canât possibly fucking understand pregnancy, but believe us and take our opinions about our own fucking bodies into consideration.
Like⌠how tf can you go out and protest against abortions, harass women that go into clinics to get one, yell, at the top of your lungs, about how those âbabiesâ lives should be protected, but at the same time not give one single fuck about kids that are already born???? You canât shut up about the rights of some cells that resemble a teratoma more than a human (cells that, conveniently, donât disagree with you, donât criticise you, donât ask for anything), yet you turn a blind eye to immigrant children, ACTUAL LIVING HUMAN BEINGS, that die at the borders????(that goes for u too europe, fuck u too)
I remember a few years back, after the elections in Ro when a political party that represents the Medieval Ages somehow earned more votes than it shouldâve in a country that considers itself civilized, someone asked them on Ig what should a 12 year old that was raped and got pregnant do (âcause they are obv anti-abortion, couldnât have expected anything else). And they said âgive birthâ. Case closed. 2025 is just around the corner and Iâm terrified of who will govern the country
The fact that this was 3 years ago and now itâs ten times worse is⌠A nightmare.
The fact that the US is a million times more fucked up now than it was back then is smth i wouldâve never predicted.
Now we hate both ukrainian& palestinian kids yet still scream for abortion bans đĽ°
And our country is probably in the biggest crisis itâs been honestly since WW2, yet somehow, somehow, out of all the horrible possibilities we ended up with the best outcome. This shocks me the most, would u have asked me if the current political situation was possible back in dec was possible, i wouldâve laughed in your face. How strange and deeply fucked life isâŚ
PogaÄar my beloved
Me, after becoming obsessed with tdf after randomly watching PogaÄar win a stageâŚ
Still here, 3 years later đ