Undoing and Grieving of a Dysfunctional Millennial

By the time I started writing this post (from my HUAWEI P20 lite), the title was not clear, but if I wanted to talk about it for a long time, I ended up giving it shape, just after a pleasant conversation with one of my matches from Tinder on WhatsApp, always millennial, never “unmillennial”. It works like that doesn't it? After a while of conversation with many matches as you decide who to give your number and who to cross. Now that I think about it, all my blogs have a protagonist. That is, someone who triggers, but we really are all the protagonists. #weareallshinji Well, it turns out that it all started because I didn't have a fucking idea of ​​how to talk to him, he had already given me his number, but it's not easy to have a smooth conversation because I answer every 2 days. So randomly I told him that I was watching a movie, it was short, just over an hour and I told him to watch it. The girl looked at the shot and then she said it was very tragic, to which I...

  The last 5 years, from the “tetazo”(free the nipple in English), Facebook’s world was not the same again. Under this assumption a guise soup of radical feminism of social networks was cooked that not only became toxic, but it borders on cyberbullying. Do you know what was the worst decision of my life? Reopen Facebook. But it was that he needed to sell and buy something and nowhere does he move as fast as Facebook.   And well, look at the feeds, the memes, some shared, one thing led to another and now I spend part of my valuable time every day in that branch of hell. And the worst, I enjoy it a little. Don't judge me, it makes people seem closer than they are. I have always found a fascination with human behavior and Facebook is usually interesting, it gives me memes, I look at people making a fool of myself, and I find out about the odd thing that happens in you. It's amazing what people manage to do behind a screen. The thing is that I started to follow feminism pa...

* It is placed in a not at all comfortable posture, after 12 hours in front of the computer, I would light a cigarette, and I would put on YouTube one of those playlists the Lo-fi so as to "facilitate inspiration", back pain became more unbearable at night, I think. *   No, I will not justify mediocrity, but neither the “romanticization” of effort. I'm not going to start studying quantum physics at the age of 29 and a few drunks on it and pretend that with a lot of effort and perseverance I can have a career at NASA. * The cushion fits and takes a drag * Take it with tweezers. We all have different types of intelligence, attitudes and skills. One of the main reasons why the educational systems of the most developed countries have been criticized (in this blog we do not say first world, it is Taboo) is that they measure the knowledge and social skills of individuals without taking into account their individual characteristics. For the same reason that self-help books...

  What a pretentious title. But come on, I couldn't resist after several hours of mental diarrhea trying to convince myself that the lockdown in my house, the lack of vitamin K, the social isolation that I already had because of my social anxiety and depression, the fear of dying let's say since I am asthmatic and therefore a person at risk, could be beneficial and positive for my life, instead of a disgrace as I had been thinking a few weeks ago. When all my drowning slapping plans went to shit (I shit on Retrograde Mercury: D).     If you are one of those people who do not believe in pseudo-science, astrology, paganism, or other occultism (understood as any practice and knowledge outside the Western dogmas that we consume with cereal in the morning), then you can leave to read, because everything I'm going to mention here has tons of it, or to stay and use your critical thinking developed after long nights of jacking off on xnxx and differential equations to get...