Day 7 - What is on your bucket list? in And here we go.

• Italy
• Find that song stuck in my head that no one can seem to identify
• Figure how close I am to properly Dostadning and reboot life
• Reboot life
• Smoke a cigar in Russian winter
• Attend some heavy metal festivals
• Read all currently purchased books before buying new books
• Texas BBQ, in Texas

These seemingly doable things are the best I can hope on my bucket list considering how life’s been lately.

I gave up on the idea of love decade a log and only recently before Covid I was introduced to someone who rocked my world, stormed in conquered me, planted her flag and then poof disappeared.

I’ve given up on the idea that I’m a lovable, hell even a likeable person.
Like Greta Garbo said “I don’t want to be alone, I want to be left alone”

Loneliness is a good vacation but you shouldn’t make it home.

I’m making it home, I’m gonna be an illegal immigrant in loneliness land and I refuse to leave.
Might as well get a cane and a pipe in my mouth to shoo kids away when they get on my proverbial lawn.

I’m grateful that I have a life where I can do nothing for months and still have means to live life on my own terms, happily, in luxury.
The not knowing where life will take me is like I’m sleeping on a bed in a train going through a storm and giant waves are about to crash from all sides and everything will be a catastrophe.

I love this image, apparently, it’s called a “panic attack” image.

My panic attack has slowed down to a crawl and I’m longing for everything to be destroyed so I can rebuild again.

Maybe I have severe allergy to things staying the same for a while.