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I am ashamed to admit, I don't know why, but I always have a plan X in my head.
Over the years of my life, whole schemes have accumulated in my head and they are constantly being supplemented, mutated and complicated. For a long time, I decided that if I became a boomer, I would definitely go to live at the sea. I planned everything.
In the summer there are fruits, you can sleep outdoors, with washing also no problems. In the winter, I mentally dive closer to the heart of the big city, where the houses will be protected from the ice wind brought from the water, and fast food cafes will be fed with all sorts of snacks. I’ll be a little robbing in the markets and dressing in секонд-hands during a 90% discount.
I have already come up with the idea that I will get to the translators because I have a good experience.
Here, on my new job, I frequently visit the roof. In the houses of the old foundation they are terrible: dirt, tons of pigeon spotting, the smell of ammonia and the outer darkness. But when I get on the bright and spacious lofts of new buildings, where brick walls look rougher than the design in apartments with a "loft" finish, I subconsciously start to look. It is dry, warm and clean, and all wires and pipes are securely wrapped in a thick insulation. There is an exit to the roof, from which there is a paved view of the city or the Gulf of Finland. At such moments in my shower my inner bitterness immediately wakes up and says, "Here you can fit well if you don't go to the sea."
Why do I have these thoughts? Am I thinking about it at all? Some primitive instinct makes me think about survival and seek comfort where it shouldn’t be by default.
For some reason, I make notes in my head about what happens to delayed food and where it is used by expensive stores and some hypermarkets. I know that a lot of all kinds of clothes, clothes and medicines are given for free on the avito, I have a clear understanding of where you can easily get a rubber and where to deliver it. My inner buzz is constantly with me, and all the new knowledge and skills he somehow begins to apply to the arrangement of his sad fate.
Please tell me that I am not a lost idiot, and somebody has it too.
Over the years of my life, whole schemes have accumulated in my head and they are constantly being supplemented, mutated and complicated. For a long time, I decided that if I became a boomer, I would definitely go to live at the sea. I planned everything.
In the summer there are fruits, you can sleep outdoors, with washing also no problems. In the winter, I mentally dive closer to the heart of the big city, where the houses will be protected from the ice wind brought from the water, and fast food cafes will be fed with all sorts of snacks. I’ll be a little robbing in the markets and dressing in секонд-hands during a 90% discount.
I have already come up with the idea that I will get to the translators because I have a good experience.
Here, on my new job, I frequently visit the roof. In the houses of the old foundation they are terrible: dirt, tons of pigeon spotting, the smell of ammonia and the outer darkness. But when I get on the bright and spacious lofts of new buildings, where brick walls look rougher than the design in apartments with a "loft" finish, I subconsciously start to look. It is dry, warm and clean, and all wires and pipes are securely wrapped in a thick insulation. There is an exit to the roof, from which there is a paved view of the city or the Gulf of Finland. At such moments in my shower my inner bitterness immediately wakes up and says, "Here you can fit well if you don't go to the sea."
Why do I have these thoughts? Am I thinking about it at all? Some primitive instinct makes me think about survival and seek comfort where it shouldn’t be by default.
For some reason, I make notes in my head about what happens to delayed food and where it is used by expensive stores and some hypermarkets. I know that a lot of all kinds of clothes, clothes and medicines are given for free on the avito, I have a clear understanding of where you can easily get a rubber and where to deliver it. My inner buzz is constantly with me, and all the new knowledge and skills he somehow begins to apply to the arrangement of his sad fate.
Please tell me that I am not a lost idiot, and somebody has it too.