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  • CW suicide

    I might just try to kill myself a few times in order to find the least painful way possible, both for me and for the world around me, just in case the loop ever stops and I had a real chance of escaping the suffering.

    But also, maybe punch a few assholes, or try killing people that damaged me during my childhood, because I’ve never done violence and I’d like to know what physical dominance feels like. Maybe ask a few girls out to either confirm or finally absolve me of my worthlessness. In one of the loops, I’d gamble. In another loop, I’d try all the drugs that my precarious government position makes difficult to try. Oh, what I wouldn’t give for some pot and LSD. I’d move to a non transmedical society and finally receive HRT, although this wouldn’t have any effect in one single day, so never mind. If I retained my memories each time, then I’d start studying anything and everything that I’m interested in. I’d learn to recite The Silmarillion by heart.















  • Did you not notice? That be the same island we made you the governor of on our last little trip.

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    My happiest years in my otherwise miserable life were the six years that I spent living in Japan, first as a student and later as a researcher. It would take too much energy, open up too many old wounds, were I to attempt naming all the details, all the nuances, all the - frankly - indescribable feelings that made my life a heaven on earth while living there. And yet, I would not move to Japan to work there if I were held at gunpoint. I value my physical and mental health and my free time - which I think of as my actual “life” - too much to sacrifice them by having to work under Japanese work ethics and Japanese view on mental health. For what? For the occasional indulgence in the most delicious food on earth? The greatest sexual escapades in the known universe? The most beautiful fine arts, music, literature? For the few days that I’d be allowed to visit my family back in Europe every year? No, thank you. Fuck I’m torn to hell.

    Anyway, I’d love to live for four-five years each in each country whose native languages I have learned through the years:

    • German: my first choice would be to live in the wilderness of Schwarzwald, but I’d live to experience Austria and Schweiz too, if only for the linguistic experience alone.
    • Spanish: I’d love to live in Columbia. One of my best friends is from Colombia and while he, being born and raised there, says that he hates it, I think that my cold Swedish heart has a lot to learn from Latin culture.
    • Russian: I would like to immerse myself in Russian society, if only to rid myself of any prejudice that I might be living with. I love Russian folk music and its fiery passion. I’d love to experience where that comes from. The climate? History?
    • Hungarian: jk. I’d never move to the fascist state Hungary, but I’d love to live in the ethnically Hungarian parts of Transylvania, since that’s where my ancestors are from. I already speak the language, so I’d “just” have to learn the culture. And how to wrestle bears?
    • Icelandic: not much of a choice here, unless you want to count the Faroese islands, whose language is closer to Danish anyway. I’ve been to Iceland and I absolutely loved the harsh climate and the fabulous people. Everybody was so kind. And the language simply sounds badass.