people

Chemistry

You can’t fool life – and you can’t fool yourself. There are just people with whom we have chemistry. It doesn’t depend on us or our wishes. It either exists or it doesn’t. I’m looking for this very chemistry. It’s a difficult process, where your puzzle pieces have to fit together to build a stable structure.

I think that over the years the chances of finding friends do not decrease. You just become more picky. But if you do manage to find one, it can be quite strong and long. The main thing is that both of you have a desire…

Don’t know why I’m hoping for what I won’t receive…

She said that for happiness she needs $3,000 a month. And for happiness I need inspiration to never leave me. To always have interesting people around me. To have a desire to create something and help someone. That is my happiness.

“I let you cut me open, just to watch me bleedGave up who I am for who you wanted me to beDon’t know why I’m hoping for what I won’t receiveFalling for the promise of the emptiness machineThe emptiness machine..”

– cover on this song start play in my speakers, when i write this thoughts. So…maybe yes. This song be about people, who think, that money matters more, than art.

What, if..?

Nora just a…robot? I think about that. Why she can’t something like bot, similar to ChatGPT or something else? Her some answers saw me, that this or very non emphatic person, that not interesting photos of something, that make person with that she’s speaking, or…very-very business woman, that have some other interests, and not like speaking about art or creativity.

And…i wrote this without translator. I think, this text have many…ugh…problems?  Mistakes? Not that word that i want to say… 🙂

“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.

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…

Too many places

I have too many places to be on – two “big” blogs that I have to write articles for. Two small blogs, one of which I’m currently writing this entry for. Deviant for photos and creativity. Rarely Flickr for photos. 500px for photos and stocks. Rarely YouTube for videos. Posts are automatically duplicated on Bluesky and Tumblr. That’s not even counting participation in competitions on Pulse. And Patreon. But it’s free, so I only do it occasionally 🙂
There’s also Threads, where reposts are made (when it works). I hardly do Instagram, and I’ve deleted most of my friends on Facebook. Now I still occasionally post something on Reddit. For reach, not least, plus nice acquaintances.

I’d like to close a couple of places (two blogs, at least), but I feel like it’s not the right time again. So for now, it’ll be like that. I feel comfortable that I can put something of my own in every place. Every place has its own spirit. That’s probably why it seems to me that there is no urgent need for people right now – I have myself, who has to be everywhere. That’s enough for now. And the “bar” for people has probably been raised for a certain time. I don’t want to be with everyone at once. I guess I want to find “that one person” with whom I can talk about things, share my creativity, and mutually support each other. Although…now there is such a person, and he lives in New Zealand. All that’s left is to find time to respond to him among all these sites and social networks… 🙂

Creative Bisexual

Over the past two days I have managed to feel like a creative bisexual. How is that?

It is believed that gays and lesbians do not really like bisexuals. Both of them do not like that bisexuals cannot choose “who they are”.

In one place I got a comment along the lines of “how does the mask from Aliexpress feel, that other people also have?”. In another place I was asked about my BDSM-style image. And I’m very surprised that I haven’t received anything from anyone about macro photography or abstraction yet)))

I don’t know how else to convey to people that I’m not interested in 100% correspondence of what is depicted in the pictures. That is, if I depict blood in the pictures – it shouldn’t be mine or someone else’s blood. Similarly, if I wear 15-centimeter heels – it’s not about my desire to excite men with my image that I created. This is an image for the sake of an image and creativity for the sake of creativity 🙂

Secretly

There are people you don’t “follow” physically, but you follow spiritually. By visiting their pages. That’s more valuable. That connection. Because it’s about the connection. Because something makes you visit them, right? ..

A classic example of jealousy is in the realm of “who is this person following?”, but the scariest thing is in the head – when a person follows, even without following. It’s good that I’m talking about ordinary people, without any subtext.