This year, by the end of the year, most likely (due to Coronavirus), we will have some elections.
Generally, I like to know what will happen next in sports, or in other aspects of life.
But, this year, I can barely wait to see who will get better results after the elections.
My hopes are with USR PLUS.
I’ve seen „Star Wars: Episode VIII – The Last Jedi” (2017). Thoughts?
There are some moves in chess that seem atypical – one player decides to go for an all-out attack using atypical moves. Obviously, there is a downside – you risk not handling the attack very well, and the opponent has good answers to your moves, and you end up losing.
But, from time to time, I’m so surprised by those atypical moves, that my mind gets overwhelmed, and I make silly mistakes.
There’s a paradox in movies – for a few special effects, from time to time, the overall volume in a movie varies strangely. The special effects have a loud sound, while you can barely hear the actors speaking. When I’m at home, I like to listen to the sounds in the movies using speakers, not headphones, and there are only two good solutions – either the special effects are too loud, and you disturb the neighbors, or you can’t hear the actors’ voices properly. I go with the second option, but dislike the solution.
I look at some events in my past and there’s something striking: sometimes I win and it means a lot to me, sometimes I lose and this means pretty much nothing. Why the two?
Some people have diaries. They’re personal, of course, even if they only write in it the calories consumed at lunch or the money they’ve spent in a day. Even a map with a jogging course can be personal.
I like to write personal thoughts on my blogs (1, 2).
At times, some people told me:
The thing is, I do have this emotional issue – I don’t get too attached to people, of myself, of pretty much anything. I wrote about this on my blog.
So, I can write about myself from an external point of view.
The tricky part is when I write about close-to-me personal, about very personal experiences. To most people, this would be a definite no-no.
For me, it’s like this – I understand the need for privacy, and I generally don’t write about that. But still, it’s somehow external to me.
Until now, I didn’t write about pretty much anyone, but, in my mind, I wrote a lot of times. And it’s a bit scary, this freedom, although not expressed. I know that it’s about things which are supposed to be private, but, somehow, they’re not.
