Posts in Thoughts

For example, recently I've been reflecting on my relationship with a friend whom I considered a close person, and I thought she also saw me as someone close. We had a very good relationship, and she always genuinely rejoiced for me.

After a dream in which I died, today I look at everything in a completely special way. It was helped by my active study of Turkish real estate. I'm just devouring tons of information about houses and apartments with sea views mostly in Alanya, but also in other cities.

Ultimately, at least for now, this remains a universal method to climb out of a gloomy, depressive state into a loving one. I won’t describe every detail — I highly recommend reading The Messenger book.

For example, with this one: "With the most successful assimilation, you will never fully self-realize in a foreign country as a top-class specialist." This is pure nonsense. Becoming a top-class specialist in America is actually much easier than in Russia, where a lot is bought and pre-arranged in advance.

It’s simple. When we know there's no need to return, we shouldn't. Under no circumstances. It's forbidden. Because we know that even if we just talk, even if it's just a text message, we’ll again fall into the illusion that this person can give us something they cannot.

I believe that Timeless Secret is actually a great product. Originally, if I got the legend correctly, Timeless Secret was a small successful brand that was sold in Las Vegas when Product Partners, looking to acquire a promising beauty brand, found it. This product was selected out of many and was an absolute winner, boasting a unique combination of ingredients that, in a few simple steps, helps defy aging.

I don't like gossip. Gossip is filth. Anyone who carries it is a spreader of disease. Even if you just hear something somewhere and say something to someone, even if it's just a little bit, it is still gossip. Gossip is disgusting because by the fourth link in the chain, more than 50% of it becomes false - dirty, murky, nasty lies.

I marvel at Americans more and more the longer I live here, and the fewer illusions I have about them: people are so superficial that they use "friendliness" and "supposedly deeper relationships" as a marketing ploy.

As a child, I loved pulling a blade of grass from its grassy bed, waiting for a pale green, juicy stripe to appear at the end. I would place that tip on my tongue and, with my teeth, squeeze out the sweet, succulent juice.

When there is no drama, art doesn't happen, because art is a form of expression of something inexpressibly bubbling, tearing apart from the inside.