Today is the day of irritants. Well, you know, such a day when all the idiocy and stupidity of this world rushes at you like a train without brakes. And even though you are trying with all your might to restrain your impulse to scream "so what a devil **** b *** a **** d is happening at all", but just about, a growl jumps at a high volume. But you restrain yourself, you’re at work, you’re silent, you smile the way Mona Lisa would smile if she was in full ah * e on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Kaaaak can you be such a person?" The last straw was the box. Yes, the box containing the stationery. The usual one, made of thin cardboard. I come, and she is cut up. The question is, what the fuck? But the man decided that the knife was dull and tested it on this box. Well, you know, that is, the person did not check the knife on any other sheet, of which there are a lot, namely, on this box with handles.
Now I am rebooting the system after a high voltage, and at least I can again normally focus my thoughts on something positive, in order to avoid an acute reaction to another idiocy, sighing again to look at situations with a great deal of irony and acceptance of the fact that stupidity in some cases it is not curable.
Belarusian Polesie occupies a separate part in my heart. Firstly, I was born there, and secondly, it is a truly colorful, unique and beautiful land. I breathe easier there. To come and not follow familiar paths means betraying a part of yourself.
Magical, so native nature and veres blooms.
