How did you guys manage to lose weight?
Just curiousity. I'm interested in your past experiences with weight loss...
How to manage time in the best way possible?
Time just flies away these days, what can i do to manage time in the most optimum way
How pornstars manage not to get pregnant ?? Lol xd
How pornstars manage not to get pregnant ?? Lol xd
How do you manage you life when you work 90+ hours a week?
I know it sucks, but in for the money.
This is my story of irresponsibility and bad decisions. Don't try this at home.
I was a pretty good kid growing up, I was an overweight, fun and food loving kid with a great sense of humor. Always had an addictive personality though and that is where the trouble started. Tried marijuana when i was 14 and used it occasionally from there until I became about 17. Shitty HS student, stayed back in TENTH grade, yeah I'm an asshole. Meanwhile my little bro become school president. I worked as a dishwasher at a CC and of course that was just the culture to get high. Smoker regularly by that point, sneaking hits out back and on my walk home. Throughout high school the frequency increased a lot to where it was morning, during, and after school heavily. Made it my priority to get and herb I could good or bad and smoke until the feelings went away. Paranoia started to become a regular. The drinking and partying started more in my 20's. Had a job with my mother 2 days after graduation and worked with that company for a couple years. Made money, lived at home, and spent most of it on pot, shitty food and bad decisions. Of course no aspirations of college or self improvement, because that meant less pot money and buying whatever I wanted. I didn't even get my license until 21 and drove my dads old truck. Had that for a bit when I drove to my glamorous deli job. Smoking pot ALL the time while there. On break, on the way home, and then whenever I felt. Worked there three years and lost my job for stealing THEN hiding some kind of candy. Started to realize my social and mental issues a bit by that point. I always remained one of the funnier guys in the room, liked to party on occasion but the addictive personality kept getting worse as my weight went up. At 17 I was about 300+ pounds and progressively got worse. I was oddly active for my size, always had a pretty intense fast talking personality. I was about 325 through most of high school, going up and down 15 lbs or so. Always remained a heavy pot smoker. Did some psychedelics in HS and early 20s, definitely still affects from that. Drank at parties and with friends but as you can imagine I had to overdo it all the time. I was a fun drunk honestly but didnt limit my self ever. It wasn't too frequently, could never do it daily. And at this point I am STILL living at home like a loser. Started working for Whole foods Market in 2005 and as you'd think this just opened up the floodgates. Worked in the bakery making 8.00 hr and worked my way into being a baker and mixer. By this point I had my parents fairly new Saturn as they got something bigger. Paid my mom the monthlys on it and owned it fully by 2007. Moved in with on of my best friends and a newer friend, who turned out to be who I am closer to now. This was about the time the credit cards started. Instantly started buying the dumbest shit like hats, clothes, fast food, even though my mom was a kitchen manager for 20 years+. She is why i got into food, gav e me that first job out of HS and of course followed her to Whole Foods. Not good at thinking for my self. Every job I've had was through someone I knew. Worked my way in to the Prep Foods department where she was working, but she moved to Produce to not have nepotism issues. Worked in that department doing all types of jobs but never really got anywhere as far as moving up. My pot use just kept getting worse and it made me more irritable and lose focus. I was a hard worker for the most part, did a lot overtime and long work weeks. Getting high in my car in the lot on breaks, still spending money like shit because all I had was rent, phone bill, and 2 CCs...at the time. THEN I got approved for a Best Buy card for $3000 and that was the start of the spiral. Bought a laptop the day it was appvoved. Started buying all types of DVDs and video games and all types of electronics...usually while high. Pot was easy access because my best friend/landlord was the local dealer. TOO easy to stay high all the time. Our house became a party house, all in our mid to late 20's with a shitload of party friends. I
I learned to DJ and started getting weekly gigs that i had to work my schedule around. Did that for a few years, and built up more equipment and only paid minimums on my cards. Made an extra $200 a week with a solid paycheck.....that again went to pot and shit decisions. Buying sneaks, clothes, bad food, and put gas in my car. Pretty much a lazy POS that only did for himself. Got to the point where I was always behind on rent but still asking for bags of weed. Yeah, really focused and responsible. got to the point where I couldnt afford rent and all my debt, minor at this point, you'll see later... Moved back home after only five years and my parents weren't too bad about it, but there was some strain in the relationship. My pop is a pretty tough and scary dude and doent take shit. Meanwhile i'm a complaining loser blaming my probs on everyone else. Me and my mother still worked together at WFM and def helped us be closer, always looked out for each other. My mother is such a great and caring woman but takes no shit. Wasn't paying rent really and just getting high in my old bedroom in front of a 25 inch TV in a room filled with shoes, clothes, DJ equip, and unnecessary shit, like so much clutter. My pot addiction was intense and horrible and the only way I got through the day was to be high all the time. Just went to work, came home to get high and see what my friends were doing, usually at a bar or drinking somewhere. I was really terrible by this point, just spending all my money on the worst shit, eating horribly despite being a cook and living with a cook. Late night drinking and eating shitty unhealthy foods at 3am. Getting high was even worse, just sat around and got high watching reruns. By this point my friends were all engaged, or married w kids. Got me into real bad depression, pot got even worse. Things with my parents were getting tense and I needed to start finding better ways to spend my time. My car died because I didnt keep up with basic shit like oil changes. All money went to the Mike fun fund. Decided to hit up a HS friend and see if he could help with a car. Talked me into a Toyota Avalon financed for about 19,000. Great idea right? Just ruined my last car and bought some flashy money pit for 375 a month.Now just paying for this new car, getting high and still not paying rent. Still worked at the same job and and my health was starting to feel it more being on my feet 50 hrs a week. All while coming home lonely and depressed, getting high. I looked into dating sites, did a few in the past and met a few, hung out with a few for short periods but never had any self esteem to keep going. Oh by the way, I've always had really bad self esteem because of being obese. I never dated or even hooked up with any ladies in HS, too afraid to try, felt like a pot head loser. Of course find out years later there were some ladies that wanted me to hit on them and thought i was cute. Typical. So now I am at my parents house really depressed at age 33 on all the dating sites, talking to a lot of ladies feeling a little better and trying to get something going. FINALLY I found a good one. We talked for a bit, she was cool w my pot use, had a good bit in common. We meet up and started dating shortly after. Both of us still lived at home which was a bit of an issue but I always drove to her place EVERYDAY.
Shortly after this things at work were getting worse, budget cuts, new management, ridiculous rule changes. I had now been there 9 years making solid money, DJing every weekend . Then they started to target me and my mother. Admittedly I was losing care for the job and the mundane schedule and work. But they decided to go after my mother and push her buttons and I wasnt having it. I started talking about management pretty horribly and my Taurus temper got the best of me and I was fired for it. Now unemployed living at home collecting UComp and living off of my paid time off that was built up. Decided not to work, but still DJed every weekend(pretty illegal) but you think i cared..? With my new girl and found out soon that we both were not good with money, should have been the first flag, but not for me. Still buying pot and using heavy making not much money at all, and driving this financed car back and forth there everyday about 40 min total. Didn't do any upkeep on the car just made sure we were having fun and spending on us. She lived only with her mother, lost her father very young and it was a tough situation for them and there I am just sitting on their couch drawing portraits and pictures for friends making side money. CC bills kept getting worse, but still managed min payments. Somehow paying for that money trap car and racking up mileage. Last year we decided to move in together, both from our parents house......great idea...and i was still unemployed. My freak out manifested itself as quitting pot cold turkey....best move ever right? TOTAL HELL. I wanted to get clean to get a job and it turned out to be the worst thing ive ever done. Severe anxiety, no eating or sleeping, barely functional, had to go to therapy because i constantly freaked out and had weird pains. got a little better in about 40 days or so. Came time for the move and still no job but was making okay side money, again probably illegal. Got moved in covered the first couple months rent and was doing okay. But I decided to open another credit card for a bed, because why pay for it outright when you can go into severe debt and just have it right away. Got a rescue dog, Ruby, she is so beautiful. I had to have a do but we already had a cat and a very feral cat. And the my lady decided to buy everything under the sun and open up new cards, Oh and trade her car in and lease a new car. I didnt get a job until our second month there and of course it was through a friend, but it was flower delivery at 9 per hour. Hit the Big Time! Then I decided to start smoking again, best idea ever. DJing a lot more by then making about 1200 a month doing that. Thought I'd be okay still paying minimums on the cards and contributing to bills. Getting high a lot more now that im in my own place. My average per month was about $350, could have paid my car with that alone. Oh and still paying off four years on a car that I didnt keep up with. Made minor repairs and just didnt give shit as long as it drove. Fake inspected for 100 bucks. All we did was get take out spend money on RIDICULOUS amounts of things online, Amazon mainly. no joke about 250 a month on nonsense and one time use shit. Proposed to her and opened another card to get it, another great idea. can barely pay other bills but had to get that ring. Pot still a staple through all this and constant irritability and fighting because i am a needy child that doesnt listen. Spending just got worse and then I decided to leave that job a year later to try something w better pay but intensely physical. Made it two days and quit because i am so out of shape and my back is terrible. Again unemployed while my fiance is pretty much covering all bills. Credit cards were now not even getting paid at all and rent was impossible. having cable and electric was very costly and we couldnt keep up. And to make matters SO much better I ran that car into the ground because i didnt put OIL in it ever......NEVER CHANGED OR FILLED OIL. And I still owe 11.000 and climbing. Total fucking asshole. Our cell phone bill is about to get shout off ,along with the heat, cable, and losing the apartment with an insane amount of shit in here that was purchased on impulse. We ate what we wanted did what we wanted and had no thought of how it will pan out. I am now in debt for this car for $11000 and rising, havent paid in two months, no CCs being paid total balance is at least $12000, And tax people are coming after me. I'm about to be out on the street with my lady and pets with about 25,000 in debt not to mention her cards totaling 15-20000 and her car lease cosigned by her mother.
LONG story short. I've spent at least $90,000 on pot in my life and thats where this has me. I would do every bit of my life over and maybe could have been a normal contributing member of society. Now just about to be a homeless loser that couldnt control himself. This is going to affect so many people in a very bad way. I am a selfish piece of shit and I deserve every bit of what's coming.
Comment if you'd like if you even make it through this novel
Thanks and I hope you live a better life than me.
Life is boring without ________________?
@khaleezi91 said in Life is boring without ________________?:
@alwaysstranger i guess u misunderstood what i meant ,
you see there are people who somehow try to modify a simple situation into something complex just for the thrill of it...
fo eg..i know how to make a proper omlete but i like to add stuffs and make it from a reciepe that is complicated.. or i have got an exam in a month and all i have to do is religiously study 6 hrs every day instead i have decided to play till the last week and study in that 1 week madly ...kind of like taking a mega size bite from and hamburger instead of a small feasible bite...
i dont believe people do things like this for feeling important
Well. If you're talking about self management i can suggest a book on that too but trt to check out the books i just suggested too. Do you need a book on self management?
Music, Movies and poems
Out of the hundreds of movies I've seen, Double Jeopardy has to be the best. Tommy Lee Jones plays an exceptional role as a parole officer and sole administrator of a halfway house. A woman who I can't remember the name of, is falsely accused of murdering her husband, and it sent to prison to serve a life sentence. she ends up getting out early on good Behavior, and goes to the halfway house that is managed by Tommy Lee Jones's character. While she was in prison, she Tracked Down The Woman who was caring for her son and under certain circumstances, she realizes her husband is not dead because her son while still on the phone sees his father come through the front door and says and I quote, "Daddy's home!" leading her to believe that her husband is in fact alive. And so when she gets to the halfway house she proceeded to search for the woman who her son is being cared for by. and in a crazy turn of events she ends up tracking down the man her husband who was previously thought to be dead and proves that he is not who he says he is and she finds out along the way that if she were to hypothetically kill him again she would not be able to be charged with murder due to the double jeopardy law which states that an individual cannot be charged with the same crime twice. Eventually in the falling action of the story she has killed him and befriended the halfway house manager AKA Tommy Lee Jones she also gets her son back in the end. it's an amazing movie and I hope someone out there takes my advice and watches it. you will not be disappointed
Entire universe knows of my existence. She doesn't care.
I swear, it has been like that since I remember. I always forget we already were here. The eight years old me that could remember moments of what never happens, the dream of three, tall, white figures outlined with the gray bright aura, standing between completely overwhelming brightness and what was supposed to be the "I" of my own and unspoken words telling me the time is yet to come. I could feel each pressurized earth's particle pressing on me, as the on top view of myself lying in bed slowly faded away just to let me see with my eyes once again.
I didn't know it back then, or maybe, I have, but my brain hasn't yet adjusted to all of the knowledge they have transferred to my mind, but It was Y.
That's how I call them nowadays - Y - even shape of the letter tells me they shared that name forever.
It was the first time when I saw all of them, but they knew me from before - from what has happened recently.
Telepathically speaking of which, these were my words echoing back in space and time to change everything in my life.
After I got in contact with leaders of the world, whose purpose was unclear to the common folks, I have managed to maintain a stable connection with the electromagnetic communication channels of our planet - being an audiophile finally pays off, as the speakers I have been listening through to the artful pieces composed by maestros of the world have unexpectedly begun to show symptoms of transferring the conscious sounds of other peoples brainwaves. That's when I have noticed the similarities between magnetism and neural gray mass connectivity, known as the thought process we all experience with a variety of senses registering the reality.
But that's just how it works, and the most important is why does it work.
It has to.
Just like I had to cheat on her just to know and feel how dead my life was, and how life is about finding that someone who you would die for.
Just to feel I am dying alive, petting that little furry bastard, the Schrodinger's cat.
Back on earth.
NASA had discovered 7 planets, all similar to Earth. Who would have guessed that someday there would be man, no doubt, all miserable, looking for a purpose, trying to change the world more than ten years after the hippies. He didn't know what to do, but there was good thing he was good at - improvising.
I was sitting, as usually, in a room of mine. The computer was on, playing all kinds of different music. Psych rock, space rock, acid rock, 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's, whatever you think of, I have heard of it, stepping by the dubs, hit with a club swinged at me, all night disco before got fond of hip hop breaking the core of drums and bass playing noir jazz, either sludged or stoned, well, idm, man, but the folklore was, I hated metalcore. No, really, fuck metalcore. Too emo even for a suicidal man. No wonder it never got to the Ed's list.
Oh, here I go again, getting off the grid. Where's my manners, you must be curious where all of this is heading to.
Apparently after getting in a slight trance (ehh), my psychic abilities expanded as far as the outer space. I felt it. We were observed by some inhumane species, either likely doing research on type two civilisations or looking for a place they could call home.
I closed my eyes, visualizing details of who they were and where they were -
there it is, a spaceship floating in vast nothingness of space, nearby of that tiny, unreplicable, colourful piece of shit planet we live on. Seriously, in comparison to the actual multiverse, it's lesser than a god damn hair growing in between of buttcheeks to technically huge scientifically observable puzzlepiece, yet, isn't the feeling fucking annoying?
I mean, come on! The tiny stuff is always the worst. A razor cut, or hitting a frame with your toenail, full velocity.
So here I am, maintaining a 3.14-168-degree interracial (too much porn, eh?) contact and getting ignored. For the first two seconds. These bastards think reeeallllyy fast - an advantage over having a regular conversation is that you can think with images, ideas, intentions, even a mix of all these, and share them as an experience instead of trying to describe what the poet had in his mind through words that haven't even been invented by you.
"So I see you're looking for a planet similar to ours?"
"I am very surprised the two of us have maintained a contact through a telepathic field, I ensure you we are not going to invade you, as it is strictly against the rules of Interstellar Necessities of Terrestrial Expansion Laws and Indigenous Galactic Empire of Nations Consortium Evaluators, however, we are indeed very interested as of typical planetary data gathering and information processing due to many facts we are not allowed to reveal to any other species inhabiting the universe except for... (couple of nanoseconds and dozens of words later), therefore, our conversation must end now. "
"Wait, what? Dude, I just were trying to tell you that we have discovered not one, not two, but SEVEN! That's right, seven planets of the same type as Earth, now, if you were to..."
"Are you trying to tell me that you, according to our observation, category two species whose civilisation era, considering the fossil fuel powered crafts and useless, ugly satellites, has probably began two solar cycles ago, have found a planetary system suitable for biological life forms? I will never believe that, now let me get back to the prime goal of..."
"Yes, we have."
"collecting the data, so we can just forget about all of..."
And so on he kept babbling, meanwhile I kept talking.
"In fact, there's a huge database flow called the internet, there's even an indexer that helps you search through all the useless stuff. It's called Google, so if you were a little bit more cautious and listen to me for a second regardless of communication barriers between the two of us, I would have already told you to look it up with these three simple phrases: "NASA", "SEVEN", "PLANETS""
"Oh really? Well, let me see th..."
Zip. And they were gone, same as the vision.
But I could still hear his babbling, so I deduced, he probably can hear me too.
"Hey hey, wait a minute, where's my reward?"
"Well, I got you the intel. I'm not so dumb, we already have money here."
"Alright, alright, what do you want?"
"Let's say... I want a quantum computer the size of a fingernail corresponding with my brain chemistry, so I could connect to the internet anytime I want."
"We don't have these as spare parts, kid, and that would break the regulations of Inters...."
"Alright, cut the Interstellar Mumbo Jumbo bullshit already. Eh, just give me anything for now, and we'll figure this out later."
"Okay, here's the..."
"No no, now I'm talking. I want a device that would let me get in touch with you anytime I want and throughout the entire universe."
"Hmm, we might actually have something like that. Alright, it's a quantum entangled nanobot, it doesn't do much and it can't replicate, but sure works fine as for connecting electromagnetic frequencies over long distances, we have teleported it over, but sadly, the calculations were a little off and it's got stuck... well, nevermind. See you later!"
"Stuck exactly where?!"
"Don't worry, he'll crawl out."
"Alright! I guess that was worth it..."
"I still can hear ya."
And so it was, I had my private quantum entangled nanobot and a new friend. Except, from outer space.
I spent the rest of the night listening to the Time Travelling Blues, eventually, I had fallen asleep.
"The day after tomorrow"
The next morning, or rather, afternoon, nothing changed - I kept surfing the web, reading articles, watching conspiracy theory documentaries, and, got to admit it, masturbating to porn shots of Anya Olsen. Damn, she is gorgeous, I'm telling you. But there still was something bugging me. Was the nanobugged scenario just my imagination or an actual happening?
Maybe it's The X-Files and just the right amount of good 'ol dank skank that got me closer to agent Mulder's wishful thinking, or the absence of agent (not) Scully's presence (and don't get me wrong on that one - Gillian is top a top hot, it's just that I'm just a fairly rational man aware of what is possible and improbable) keeping me far from dwelling into the void of hyperconsciousness, but following the motto, I just wanted to believe.
That's when I felt it. A tingling sensation somewhere else than you'd expect - starting from the ear, then moving deeper and deeper towards center of my head.
"Motherfucker!" - I thought to myself - it really had happened!
Many people would have troubles describing how that felt, but I'm going to try my best.
Have you ever had water in your ears? Well, it's that, except, the water is an ice (and I mean 0 degrees Kelvin) cold drop, slowly crawling through various spirals and tunnels without any visible pattern.
"Messed up life, messed up neural paths" - I've told myself quietly.
Suddenly - click! The movement stopped somewhere around my pineal gland - electricity went through my head, hairs on my skin bristled like a high school erection, God be my witness, if my eyes were open, I'd be firin' mah lazor like that pesky motherfucker from the X-Men.
I didn't bother introducing myself, asking dumb questions, like, what's the purpose of life or what does the fox say. I knew who it was and what happend. The bug crawled out of the place I'm not going to tell you about and went straight for my head, also, that cheeky bastard lied to me - it wasn't nanotechnology by any means! This shit was too big to be small. And hurt. Kidney stones type of shit, if you ask me.
Straight up, I went with the flow.
"Okay, listen up, heavenboy, first of all, the robot wasn't the size I ordered it to be, second of all, why the fuck do I feel like I'm about to become another element on the periodic table, and last, but not least, have you got any ideas on how to repay me for the informations?"
It's the silence that answered all of my questions. Nothing except for high pitched humming. Is the atmospheric pressure playing tricks on me?
Am I going bat shit crazy insane, or is my erasmus buddy trying to erase anything regarding to previous day's experience?
"The fuck did you just say? Could you just slow down?"
"Sorry, I had to reconfigure your device, it was set to autotranslate any incoming messages to one of the ancient languages of..."
"Whatever, so how was your journey?"
"Let it remain as my concern, not yours. The planets are no longer yours, and we don't have to answer before any cavemen, you should be glad we're actually checking on you, whether the technology works and didn't just implode and cause mass hysteria produced by omnipresent remains floating in every direction..."
"And you didn't tell me there's a chance it might happen?"
"Well, if you weren't so obnoxious and inconsiderate and actually listen to us instead thinking of everything else but the gravity and prestige of the contemporary state of the ongoing affairs..."
"Please, just please, is there anyone out there who doesn't use too many words to state a fact?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is an individual whose comprehension skills resemble in conformity of..."
"Just stop... put him on the phone. Field. Frequency. Whatever."
"Podcast? I'm afraid he is currently unavailable due to required maintenance over a compulsory absorption of chemical ele...."
"Jesus... in short words?"
"He is breastfed."
"Oooooh fooor fuuuuuuuuuucks saaaake!"
"Indeed. By the way, does your girlfriend whine as much as you do?"
""It's not the right size, blah blah blah."
"Oh you... eh... I guess you do have a sense of humour after all?"
"Yep, but the best part is... all my devices are the right size."
The conversation you can see above was, in reality, much longer. In fact, if I were to use a "tip of the iceberg" comparison, it is merely a snowflake of nonsense in an avalanche of reason during a blizzard of absurd while skiing with nothing but poles.
Wearing a pair of pantyhose tights.
Back to front.
//End of author's note.
As two minutes passed since the beginning of my little chit-chat, I've managed to flip that switch, light up a bulb, and get access to reasonable resources of my own consciousness.
Suddenly, a bright idea jumped into my head.
"Hey, pal, I've got an idea!"
"I knew you had an idea before you knew you had an idea.
After all, I'm connected to your brain through an interface."
"You guys probably have an economic system of some sort, so I bet there are banks. If so, then I will gladly accept my payment in your currency."
"And where are you going to spend it? There's no way to do that, you're a type two civilian, the government doesn't allow us to communicate with your kind and you want me to transfer money onto a non-existent bank account?"
"Yes. No. Maybe? Alright, so here's the deal - you don't have to pay me right now, just keep the money and spend it wisely. I am going to trust you on this one, alright?"
"Hmm... keep talking."
"Okay. So let's say the evaluated price of these 7 planets is, well, 100% minus the nanobot."
"Yeah, yeah, rip me off. I know they're less expensive, but that's not the point. I am willing to take less than 30% of the economical value, but in exchange, you will have to do me a favor."
"So far so good. What kind of favor?"
"You're going to put it on your investment account with strict instructions to follow."
"I can do that."
"And let it sit there until you guys invent remote time travel machines that fit in a pocket. You know what a pocket is, right?"
"I know everything you know plus everything that you will never know, and as far as I know, you are utterly insane. There's no way it's going to work, but continue."
"...and cost less than 1% of what I have on the locate."
"You mean, what I've got on MY locate? Haha."
"Alright, man, I'm done, I give up, you do whatever you want to, I'm not wasting any more time on you, take that fucking robot and just let me get back to my fucked up life."
"That's a pretty reckless way to spend your favor, but as you wish!"
"Go fuck yourself up your gray fucking ass you piece of shit eating cock sucking..."
I think at this point the nanobot was overheating. Not because he's put it on autodestroy. It just searched the internet for anything related to as blasphemy.
"...dick snuffing asscrack licking twat loving fag riding balls gargling..."
Upon realizing no one is listening anymore I went with the daily routine, which in my case means drinking litres of coffee, smoking more than breathing, watching dumb shit on the internet and constantly checking messengers to see if there's anybody willing to talk with me.
It is very likely to assume I spent more time on cuffing and cursing to myself than I've done anything else that day.
Anyway, before the dawn put me to sleep, I've reconciled with myself. It was over.
The next couple of days were a steady ride - the best metaphor I can think of is being under the influence of alcohol and watching a porn video buffer for longer period of time than usually, and what I mean by that is basically being so wasted that you can't get it up, but you don't care and just let it hang loosely while staring at pixelated tits.
Shit, I just described my life in a single sentence and I'm not even mad at myself.
Sometimes I wonder. Is it still me? Is the reality... real? Am I locked up in a room without handles, fed with psychotropes?
It might be, but if so, does it change anything? It doesn't matter as long as you've convinced yourself that you know the truth.
On the positive side, I did study some time for the final exams, mostly math, cut up some wood and stacked it nicely, did a bit of cleaning in my room, well, everyday stuff, dishes, laundry, cooking, eating, showering, etc.
I watched a load of movies, wrote some fresh content, even took up in one of these internet debates arguing with people over politics, philosophy, science and such - a way to spend time, I guess.
Nonetheless, figured out a bunch of stuff for other people - how to stop the climate change, how to create matter with negative mass, how to preserve virtual black holes forming each moment, of course I had gotten in contact with the mighty of the world once again, through the telepathic field, to be precise - too bad they weren't grateful for what I've done for them. It's not like they agreed to pay me up, but they did spend a load of cash on trying to track me out just because I convinced them I might be important.
Am I? I don't know, perhaps to my close relatives I might be.
I have faith in what I say, not too much, obviously, but enough to convince myself!
We are not alone. I am sure of that.
So... what if it's actually true that I belong to the elite caste leading the world towards a global government state and external politics just became... intergalactic?
I'm going to have to think it over and realize how important that task would be.
It's a self-proclaimed seat I have taken, and there's no seatbelts, no one to blame except for me.
And there's no one to officially represent human race on the cosmic arena of politics.
Who are we? Where are we heading to?
That's too many questions for one day.
I need to release the tension. God, she's gorgeous.
"Confront the affront"
It's all my fault, but gladly, everything turned out to be okay.
Remember the astroman? Well, seems like him and his people have finally settled in the planetary system, Trappist 1. I have told the government about my "spacial" activity, there were plenty of pertractations during the period, all of us agreed upon more than one thing and my prime role as a middleman was abandoned. The government started their external politics from which I got removed, I got a partial third degree galactic citizenship which allowed for some additional actions to be performed in regard to my legal status, I got an investment account with my own ID, the resources have been transferred and even the stric annotations concerning withdrawal of future funds have been accepted by the galactic consortium as an exception - I were the first one to get around the legal gap - which means I am most likely the richest man in the galaxy. Not really. I would be, if I kept my mouth shut.
In an emotional act of destruction, I disposed of account balance. How, you may ask?
I rearranged my wealth and distributed it amongst population of Earth, so now all of you have got a bank account with galactic money that cannot be spent on Earth. Yet. What's even worse?
There's not enough of it to perform any kind of action on the planet, because the consortium has signed a law to put huge taxes on services provided on Earth-like planets.
No wonder I'm partially an anarchist...
And yes, I still haven't been thanked for my activities.
"Old World Chaos"
Alright, fuck this shit. I've been asking these cocsuckers to get me a job. A normal fucking job, where they tell me what to do to actually help with the open to media global government establishment.
I have been eavesdropping on them for more than three months, and they really don't give a fuck. They already got more than 90% of regional governments in their pockets, they've got alien technology, even that motherfucking time travel machine that fits in your pocket! Well, I'm not so angry about the latest, because from what I've heard, only special agents from the future are allowed to have these, so basically, it's not in the hands of the government, but what's worse, the government is in hands of these agents!
God fucking damn it, I can't stand these fuckers. In my timeline, I have established an alliance with low tech alien space race, yet, still more advanced than us, but these aliens didn't belong to the consortium.
Even worse, the consortium doesn't know what the fuck is going on the planet! They think we are type two civilisation but the truth is, we have all kinds of type three and four technologies since that Roswell crash!
I have finally figured it out. The galactic consortium didn't allow any contact with humans without their permission and there were strict rules as to energy form contact and physical appearance was banned completely, perhaps punished with dismissal or even death penalty, but a group of renegades didn't like that idea - they knew we're going to shed blood forever unless someone responsible will take over the authority, so they sabotaged and purposely crashed a vessel on the planet. The consortium knew about the crash, but officially, it was a low tech spacial ship. Unofficially, it was filled with all sorts of high tech - including a proto wayback machine portal, one of the first models ever created. Since that moment, they took over control and started pretending they're the actual human race.
I need to cool off, it's just that I don't know whether they're making us a favor, or have they forgotten what was their purpose here?
...to be continued
I'm a client manager. :-)