Today I am concerned about a conversation I've had with a cab driver this morning. I am obsessing about it, as usual. I feel he disrespected me.
This means that, whether I healed or not, whether I recovered from my health problems or not (I did not), I have adapted to the new me, with less hearing and a tinnitus.
I have adapted to the point that I now worry about the usual trivial issues of everyday life.
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An hour later, still thinking about the taxi driver...
Banging on the wall against the child neighbor... being upset about taxi drivers... I am really back to my normal state of frustration, predictable, habitual, and under control. Great achievement.
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Another remark about how I'm feeling today. I have slept 9 hours last night, and yet I feel tired and sleepy. Very odd.
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Another few hours went by, and I am still thinking, intermittently about that taxi driver. About the real or perceived offense from him to me. But partly it's Romans. They are all rude, without meaning it.
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In the meanwhile, while thinking about the taxi driver, I am watching Inside Llewyn Davis (2013). Not good so far. 22 minutes into it. Or rather, a good movie about a very boring subject, which makes the plot boring but the acting and filming fine.
It is hard to discern the difference. You always have to watch out for this mistake. The subject is extremely boring but the movie... you can tell that it's well-made.
The position trades are doing well. NG is doing OK, too.
Big political events today in Italy. Renzi is about to become, most likely, the prime minister, in a few days. Letta sucks. I am glad Renzi will take over.
Second 28: that's my tinnitus more or less. Except it goes on for 24 hours a day. Thanks, Italian health care.
Yeah, I had always wondered what that thing in taxi driver meant. Now I know. It's a tinnitus.
By the way, yesterday I learned that my method to cure cough works immediately and this is how it goes. I woke up with a slight cough, so I came downstairs to cure it and it worked immediately. This is the recipe:
1) put hot water on the stove (it doesn't have to boil, 80 degrees Celsius is enough), then add 1 spoon of honey to it, let it melt and mix then take it out and prepare a whole squeezed lemon's juice
2) put your head over the pot, and, with the help of a towel, or an inverted t-shirt (except for the neck, you're not wearing it), breathe all its vapor (the fact that you added honey doesn't matter, you could just use water alone) for 5 to 10 minutes.
3) after it's cold enough (but still hot) to be drank without harming yourself, you stop breathing the vapor, add the squeezed lemon juice, and you drink it.
And then, magically, instead of dragging your cough for weeks, you get rid of it, in just a few minutes. It works.
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You know, after this experience, my life has changed a bit. I don't feel I have much to offer to the readers now. Yes, I am deeply intelligent.
But I don't have the secret to immortality. I am not immortal either.
I feel that from now on, after my recent health problem and family grief, my advice will be on how to stay healthy until you die, and how to be nice to those who are nice, while they're alive. Other than that, I am still banging on the wall, and getting upset about those same little things as I did before. But the new thing is that now I feel that we have to be nice to those who are nice to us. Because they could die. Now this dick next door is making noise again, so it's time to start banging on the wall with my fist.
I am going to vent out
all of my frustration against this wall. Oh, yeah. Because you deserve it, you little idiot. You and your whole family.
All of my frustration: including the frustration from the cab driver, from the family grief, and from the hearing loss, and from the tinnitus. And from watching this boring movie. And from having to hold my position trades for so long.
This little idiot is running up and down with his idiot friend. Two four year olds, one of which has never rested a minute in his life. He spent his whole life bothering the neighbors. The other dick may have big problems, too, for wanting to spend time with such an idiot. Not all children are like this, being noisy all the time. Most children are quiet, play quietly, and are even polite by the age of 4.
This disgusting family next door... what a disgusting group of human beings.
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The movie is too bad to be finished. I am going to stop it at minute 39.
Let's check rotten tomatoes, let's see if they're wrong again. I don't think so. I am predicting a rating of about 65%, although it deserves a 40%.
Let's see...:
http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/inside_llewyn_davis_2013/
Ok, 94%.
Wow, they're wrong again.
Oh, directed by the Cohen brothers. They
always suck. Very overrated directors.