Fucked country

I live in a Fucked country. All the officials in this country are not fit for the job. You would think that someone who is going to run a country would have several degrees in psychology and a strong financial background… Not to mention a very high mark in a very well conceived emotional intelligence test.

Israel is surrounded by Arab countries. You would think that expert negotiation teams would be setup among all of the sides, but this is not done. why? beats me.

Am I the only one who know what should be done in order to bring world peace? If this is the case, then just tell me, and I will certainly do it. If the fags up there in governments can’t do it, I’ll override all of their power and bring world peace and an end to hunger and misery.

Wait a sec… I will have to leave my job which I like very much… hm… kinda makes you think twice, doesn’t it…? nah. I should probably scrap this so that nobody gets any ideas… there, I’ll just push this Post button here, and it will cancel the post…


The weekend is coming!

Yay! It’s Thursday and the weekend can be smelled in the air. This is so much fun, although I’m still at work, and it’s 19:45, on a Thursday. I think about tomorrow, and Saturday, and how I’m going to mostly relax and do non work related stuff (The usual take-over-the-world scheme planning, and other stuff like that, that I do on weekends).

mmm… and all the food that I’ll cook and eat… and the sleep, oh, the sleeeeeep!!! and playing Asheron’s Call with my good friends… FUN!


Communications between species

If you take a class of 40 people, record them on tape, then accelerate the playback, I think it will sound just like a bunch of birds in a big tree. Although the information passed is different by definition, the methods, reactions and interactions, even perhaps head movements, would bear a resemblance.

After all, coming to think of it, we are animals ourselves. Let us not fool ourselves, even if we are surrounded by technology, cars, computers, processes and workflow, bureaucracy, and so on, we are ultimately an animal, with instincts.

Language has done it’s part in making us convert instincts into words, but if you look into yourself, and experiment a little, you will find that when you get an instinct, a feeling from within, you understand it before you actually put it into words. The actual process of putting into words, will help you remember, because it’s easier to remember sentences, words, and logic, than understand a single temporary feeling or gut instinct.

And so, this is an important lesson, when one is approaching society with the intention of fitting, and manipulating people to get his own way. I am not talking about negative manipulation, because if you do that, you shall bear the consequences, as usually happens. I’m talking about fitting yourself, manipulating yourself and the surroundings, in positive manners. Doing the right thing – Socially. Emotional intelligence has a lot to do with it, too. If done right, a person can be quite successful. No diploma or university degree will give you Emotional Intelligence. This is something you learn, the hard way, or it could be something that you inherit while growing in the right family.

I will have to explore more into this. Maybe find ways to test Emotional Intelligence in people, using short tricks, that quicken the assessment process…?

We shall see! 🙂


United Nations Resolution number 2984813

Ok so yesterday me and my girlfriend had a splendid argument. She always blows up, which I think is the main problem here. I prefer having calm and logical discussions, while she just explodes and throws ugly sentences into the air. One of them (which today she admitted was bad and wrong) was that aparently the females on planet earth are smarter than the males. I did not even want to continue the argument from that point and on. She insisted on continuing the argument, so when we got home (we were driving when the explosion occured), I refused to go up, and have resolved to let her come to her senses. She got pissed at that, but eventually got up to the house.

After a while, needless to say, she came to her senses, and gave me a call to my cell… surprise surprise, the lady is now ready and willing to discuss things in a more relaxed and civilized manner… I did not play it easy but agreed to come to the house. When I did come to the house, she just no longer had anything to say, and we went to sleep hugging. Now you tell me i’m not a magician 🙂

There are two morals from this story:

1. When an explosion occurs, the second entity in the couple she detect the trap that lies ahead, and try to avert the almost unescapable hot dispute that can occure when one of the sides is totaly adrenalized with hate and ugliness. If detected, and postponed, the discussion will become more gentle for various reasons, first, the person relaxes, then he misses the other a bit, then when he relaxes a bit more, he understands where he is, and he regrets the terrible sittuation, but then, still wants to keep is ego and statute/righteousness, but it will be more docile no matter what.

2. When and if you do blow up, try not to say something that will make you look stupid. Words last longer than the actual fight, and can be used against you at a latter time (For example, if you make racist comments, even if you regret saying it later when you cool off, the effect it has made will linger on for a while).

And so, today morning, after sleeping on it (hugged with my love), I have reached a solution. It’s of course very simple, and relates to an earlier solution of mine (A user manual for the man and the woman. I would write the user manual on how to use me, and she would write her own. You get the idea). So anyway, the solution is to just add another entry in the manual that shows how to advert the sittuation in the future.

In that specific occasion, I told my bubee that I will come home soon. She said that she’s about to be done with the food soon. I understood that she’s about to finish making the food, and expected her to call me when it’s ready so that I can come home. When she heard me say soon, she thought I would be home in 2 minutes. Well, for me soon means between 30 to 90 minutes… You can guess what happened there.

And so, from now on, the manual will have an entry that talks about the word “Soon” and its meanings with different people, and specifically with me and her, and she hopefully will not mistake my soon with her soon next time I use that word.

Well, I hope I did not bore anyone to death here…


I hate arguments

My girlfriend argues a lot with me. It’s almost as if she’s obsessed with arguing.. as if she likes it, draws energy from it… energies that are of course drawn from me… the process leaves me empty of energy, just wanting to die on some street with dog shit and rain on it. Expectations, expectations, high in the sky and unreasonable. Who gives a fuck? it seems she, at least, doesn’t.