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Lately everything has been going suspiciously well. My university exam went more than ok, work has been relatively bearable and most of the stuff I have bought have been on sale. While other people may be tickled pink about things going their way, I, being the pessimistic piece of shit I am, grew suspicious. I was sure something bad was gonna happen to me, like I dunno, maybe I was about to accidentally cause a nuclear holocaust by not sorting my trash or some shit. I just knew something was gonna go wrong.

And something did happen.

Not a nuclear holocaust.

Something a lot worse.

I CHIPPED MY TOOTH

This would be nothing too serious except for the fact that my graduation party's this saturday, which involves a lot of smiling and talking to people. If I don't manage to get a dentist's appointment tomorrow or the day after, I know a certain someone who's gonna be a very grumpy motherfucker at his own party.

   This incident got me thinking about pessimism. As I mentioned before and as you have probably come to understand from the way I complain and bitch about everything, I'm a very pessimistic and cynical person. Sometimes it's really crippling, seeing everything as shit and every opportunity to do something as a chance to fail utterly, but in cases like these it's really helpful. I already knew something was going to happen, and being prepared for it it didn't bum me out for longer than a few hours.

Being pessimistic is really cool. You're either always right or then something is pleasantly surprising.

I hate it when people (VIII)

think that they need to alter their whole personality because of a fad.
I am of course talking about the alarmingly popular "thug in the streets, fag in the sheets"-phenomenon. To those who haven't been affected by this dangerous craze the homosexual youth has gone into I'll give you the definition.

"thug in the streets, fag in the sheets" abbr. TITFITS
definition: a homosexual male, usually 16-24 years of age, who tries to forcefully hide any feminine traits/gestures/other he might have in order to seem like a dark, brooding and "straight-acting" badass.

I first came in contact with titfits two years ago in Milan. I had been away for some time and once I saw some of my old friends I couldn't recognize them. The same boys and men who used to go out dressed in suits or well coordinated ensembles showing their personal style were now wearing worn-to-death sneakers and basketball uniforms. At first I thought it was just a thing some of my friends did, but once I entered a club I saw so many sweat stained sport shirts and creaky sneakers I thought I was in a weird german fetish flick. I was shocked, but got over it soon because I thought that it would only be a passing fad.

So I thought.

The fad sort of evolved in other directions which caught on in Finland as well (18 months late of course). It was like an epidemic, all the queens started wearing the same outfits: simple sneakers with lots of denim and a snapback. I kept hoping that it would end but it still hasn't. I guess I just have to claw my eyes out or burn down the hellhole where these people keep buying their clothes.
   But the thing is that it's not just the way people are dressing up nowadays, it's more the way they act. The aforementioned "basketball afacionados" do their best to look like a pussyloving jock and I know some people who go as far as pretending to like sports and rap or other genres of music to impress people. Homosexual people are deliberately assimilating themselves to the fantasy creature that is the mainstream dream heterosexual. Meanwhile the hand gestures are getting more subtle, the voices are getting less nasal and the struts are losing their bounce. All things considered "feminine" are thrown away as if they were wrong in some way. Why is it wrong to be feminine? Is there something wrong with women? WAT IZ HAPPENIN?

I really don't have a conclusion and I guess one isn't needed in this case. If it isn't obvious already I'm not trying to dictate people how to lead their life. I also apologize beforehand if I seem too judgmental, it was not my intention. 

If there's one thing I hate it would have to be begging for comments on a blog post, but I'd seriously love to hear your thoughts on the matter. If you have nothing to say just say if you understood this post or not, I'm really tired and dizzy and can't really concentrate on writing lol.

intermission

I'm gonna have a little break from updating mostly because of work stuff and other shit stressing me out  so feel free to follow me, eurotrasher, on instagram. It's basically all just somewhat amusing pictures of me and my life which some people may or may not find interesting.

(I seriously promise that the break will be short this time.)

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Really bored and overexcited about transparencies.

(try dragging mickey around)

and i find it hard to eat, sleep and dream but there's a pill for that

Nothing beats a nice two-week-flu. I absolutely love feeling 265% more miserable than usual and not being able to do anything about it. Trying to keep my mental health intact has been harder than I thought, especially when you're constantly high on cough medicine and painkillers. The only thing that kept me going was a daily chit-chat with my toes. Yes. My toes.
   I'm finally feeling somewhat ok so today I'm going to actually do something. I hope I don't spread this gospel of snot and fever around too much.