June 2025

“I am not the enemy, my touch can be so tender”

Well. The person I’m talking to isn’t a bot and isn’t trying to kill me. That’s an achievement, I think.

What am I betting on? Yes, a random person found me on Telegram, but in general, this is the main goal. That is, she needs a temporary interlocutor. Then, when the time comes and she becomes uninterested – she will simply disappear somewhere, just as she appeared. That is, you should not look for any deeper motives for all this.

I was once the same person myself, so karma caught up with me. However, let it be as it is. I thought about stopping communicating, but if you throw away the people that life sends you every time – it will stop sending at least someone. I really appreciate those who appreciate me, because they are the ones “I have”. I love Monch, who subscribed to me here, I love Aaron from New Zealand. Because these are people I feel. But I know that this person is most likely very temporary. However… it is her choice and her right. It is not my fault.

A mysterious person wrote to me

In Telegram. It’s strange, because my number didn’t appear anywhere. Almost nowhere. It passed the first test (I typed random characters on the keyboard) – usually “spammer bots” ignore random characters and write posts further. This one asked me what I wrote. So…

So I said I was from Lviv. Although I’m hundreds of kilometres away. These are turbulent times when I can’t talk about my real location, because a lot of Russian attackers are trying to find out places to strike with missiles in a similar way. Therefore, this is the part that I prefer not to specify – I wouldn’t want to become a victim of a scammer.

On the other hand, I’m like “um… you wanted communication – here it is for you! Even with a bot. But think about it, others talk to AI, so your case is not entirely clinical yet 🙂

Rose

Well. Tattoos aren’t on my budget this year (I guess), so let’s limit ourselves to small sacrifices – I got a new earring. Two, to be exact, but I only needed one. It’s a rose, and that’s no coincidence.

I’ve been thinking for a long time about the design of the tattoo I’d like to get. Something like the inscription “Sa”, where the S will be in the form of a rose with thorns. But that design will have to be developed for a long time before I agree with it. Meanwhile, when I started creating accounts, the rose with thorns became the avatar. It’s funny that I can’t stand the work of artificial intelligence, but it’s like the avatar was made by it. So…

My thoughts on the topic of “how will I look with this” began to last for whole… 5-10 minutes. Because the thought “I will look the way I want!” comes to mind. And in this vein, you perceive yourself as anyone. If someone doesn’t like me – so what. I would be happy if he didn’t come to me for help and I could spend more time on my loved ones, myself, and our lives.

Somewhere nearby…

There was drones attack at night in Odessa, or rather, in the high-rise building where my brother was at the time. It’s good that he wasn’t hurt. But sometimes, everything is “dark”, somewhere very close. Not with me, of course, because I live near the border anyway, everything just flies through us. But well…

Sometimes I think what will happen to the resources that I managed when I’m gone. Like, whoop! And silence. It causes a certain sadness. That it will die with me. When a person is gone, the whole universe that existed thanks to them is gone. My brother has so many projects, three children, and everything. It’s scary to imagine how all this could not happen.

I’m not afraid of dying. And this is what I live with and will live with until the last day. But I’m afraid of losing someone in the sense that I’m used to controlling all my “losses”, and usually it’s called “stopping communication”. And such losses. They are more terrible… that’s why I can’t imagine what it would feel like if something did happen…

Sometimes life is a movie you don’t want to watch because you know how the plot will end.

How do scary people live?

That’s a question not for anyone, but primarily for myself. Because I don’t know how scary, but at the same time tactile, people live?

Today I had a dream where I was sitting on a bench, with some person next to me. From the feelings of my younger years. And here is the feeling that throughout the dream you are trying to gain trust, to become closer. And as if something works out, and as if something doesn’t. And “scary” is not even about appearance, but about general energy. That is, you know, like when you see a person who wants to show something fanatically and you start to be scared not so much by what they say, but by the expression with which it happens. To put it simply – from a certain stage and to a certain extent, your attempts to make friends with someone become not “oh…hello, let’s be friends!”, but have, to some extent, signs of madness, because of which you repel people more than you attract them. Probably, that is why they say – stop wanting something, and you will get it.

In your head, people-people-people, from each of whom you know what you would get in communication if you “..still communicated”. Like a collection of Pokemon in your pocket. But it mostly resembles a cemetery where you walk past graves, clean them, bring flowers. To those who died for you while you were alive. Therefore, the body resorts to tricks and sends you people whom you cannot bury simply because they are in your head, not in your heart.

Yesterday I remembered the words of a neighbour who lost his wife some time ago. And he once mentioned to me that “..he should find a young woman”. That neighbour is not serious in any way, so I asked myself – what is it about him that would make him find a “young woman”. The question is not even “young” or “old”. Purely technically, even at my age, it is very difficult to find an interesting and like-minded interlocutor, and not someone more. Because every person has a lot of “sharp needles”. Which only become more with age. Because we begin to “know what we need”, not realizing that by doing so we come to the conclusion that we don’t need anything. Plus, having a certain experience and knowledge, fewer and fewer interesting people come across thoughts or things that you don’t know yet or haven’t yet reached. Therefore, “finding yourself” is becoming more and more difficult…