Sä et naista voi heittää lihamyllyyn kuin halpaa makkaraa tuulitunneliin

 Kaveri soitti itkettyään yöllä ja luettuaan sitä uutista Iso Omenassa jossain Espoossa missä raskaana ollut nainen oli mennyt ostaa lastenvaatteita, joku oli soittanut siitä poliisit koska se oli huutanut ettei lähde, ja neljää vartijaa piti sitä maassa ulkopuolella yli 10 minuuttia senkin jälkeen kun se oli jo kuollut eikä pystynyt enää huutaa, ettei pysty hengittää.

Taisin twiitata asiasta näin:

On kahdenlaisia ihmisiä. Niitä jotka järkyttyy ja itkee maailman epäreiluudesta, ja minä joka tietää miten valtaa käytetään silmittömästi väärin korruptoituneesti ja konflikteja kaihtamatta.

— KAJSA  (@kajsabl) January 10, 2023

Pahintahan siinä toki on, ettei minkäänlaisia rangaistuksia jaeltu. Monelta naiselta on mennyt turvallisuudentunne. Mikä estää ettei tuota voisi tapahtua kelle vaan? Facebookissa koko asiasta keskustelu on kielletty monessa ryhmässä ym foorumeilla ja keskusteluryhmissä sitä vielä puidaan.

Eräs nainen jolle mun piti lukea tarot korteista, kohtasi kohtelua poliiseilta ja yliopiston vartijalta. Korkeastikoulutettu nainen ei pystynyt päästää irti siitä asiasta.

Tulta, tappuraa ja tulikiveä eiksjeh 

Toisaalta laki ei ole ihmisoikeuksien puolella Suomessa. On oikeus joutua osastolle jos on vaarassa muille tai itselleen. Paitsi että nämäkin on liukuvia käsitteitä lait ja muut, koska ei tarvi kuin yksi ihminen joka on lain yläpuolella tai muu erikoistapaus, joista pitäisi ilmoittaa. Mutta kuka näistä mielenterveysasioista tietää...

Never shut up, never give up, always endure stoically everything your loathsome parenthood and neglecting smigmatizing of a helper society ever did to yourself, dear monologuer K.B.

 In today's material world, the biggest question is: to use or not to use the items you'll remember only the price for, later?

It's a question of creating new memories with the matter that costs less to produce than it did then, when things were meant to last. It's a question of satisfaction and wisdom. Will those two ever go seamlessly together without a thought?

I'm not a columnist from the Sex and the City, I'm not a writer gurl or gossip "girl".

I'm nobody, nothing. You'll never understand what I write but because it's looking deep within myself, and you may laugh, sympathize, realise your immortality, cry that I'll be end of my lonely bloodline, be glad you've been a friend, undervalue your own part in my story... May you do whatever floats your boat, because adventure is doing things just because nobody invented that path before you.

Reason for my me to live was a fluke, a happy mistake, I was my own person when they cut the umbilical chord. I was either punished or blamed. Lived in fear. Animals were my friends, books were an escape, I planned for so much kids and marriage but barely had one relationship.

Always wondering if... it'd be for me. It's not selfishness, not for self-preservation, meanness, eating everything in sight like an endless well I am cursed to rise up like in The Ring movie.

Simply terrified, but not always, not really. Montage of the glimpsed horror movies most scariest scenes playing in my head from a fifty movies, or a horror bedtime story in a skiing cabin, right after finishing a heavy Pet Semetary book. When it was excactly midnight on the clock right after I finished watching The Exorcist. What did I ever have to fear, if not stories or "God", fatherfigure harsh, and adults in my life I couldn't talk to, get attachted with, with a disgust in sexual matters because I always knew I'd be doing it "too much" if I ever started. I was never wrong. I didn't see sexual tension, I still don't. I don't feel the attraction if it was in front of me... but yeah, it's called asexuality nowadays

Strong and trusting in the communication of what I could get despite the fact my own mother and her sisters bullied me from since a baby to just get by. Do babies eat raw meatballs? What, well in pictures they seem to and I asked my mom about it and she said it was jokingly done. She never understood how the kid is lika sponge and tries to suck in all bit of love they could get... in my case, what's love? Self-love? Bringing myself up? Being a quiet, good, smart, busy obeying, thinking and concentrating, dreamy, chubby ugly fierce fun-loving "You'll be better than me someday" kind of typing and experiencing but making the day my own.

Anyway babes, keep shouting and farting and unloving whatever hell you all are used to doing, giggling or disregarding completely the pile of shit I am. 

Curiosity didn't kill the cat, it just didn't live long enough to fill all the spaces.

God is a dick for sending megaforceful winds at me today

Oh my gosh! Errands. Don't let me get started on the adventure I had today! Phew. What a day... It was around 11 am and I decided to go downtown. Went to a chemist, got the nicotine patches and allergies nasal spray. Dropped two envelopes at Posti. Got hungry, kept walking around. Had lunch at this big health care center, a soup with a side salad. Talked with some depressed guy for a while, encouraging him to get a job and see the positive in "nothing matters"..Had a 45 minute chat with the psychological nurse like I've had previous times. She asked about my moods, how I was doing. Spoke whatever came to my mind about hobbies, mom, tomorrow's job description. Then I accidentally met my best friend and I escorted her to Kela. We queued. She got a private consultation half an hour from there. We got out and had soft ice creams from the trucks parked in the center. Well I did, hers was the wrong flavor. I offered to complain, but instead got some of it on my pantsuit as I managed to break the waffle pointy end with my grip. Told her the time from my smartwatch, she went back. I went to buy cigarettes and drink a beer that with the app cost only 0,1 euros when you downloaded it for the first time. It was a hell of a windy, things kept moving around to the ground and the sun shade was closed by three guys after turning off the heaters on its corners. Not wanting to get drunk, I got up and met my friend half way, luckily. She has no id whatsoever, got her passport photo done for the police. Walked to the police station, where the last customer had just left who had arrived at 11 am. Found out about that. Friend said she wants to take a bus to Helsinki on some unknown date, so we checked for timetables. They all are online nowadays. She used the toilet there. Walked to a kiosk. Her bus stop. Said farewells. I hopped on the tram. Pushed luck again, called mom who was awake from a nap. Let me in, fed me, gave me a shoulder massage. I borrowed her old massage machine, I guess they are all muscle guns these days. She drove us in her car to the grocery store the size of a mall. Bought me an orange shell jacket while I got 60 euros worth of supply. Almost the same as 30 day bus and tram bus fare - I'd bought before I left. Carried those bags from car to 5th floor in the lift, then scanned them for a consumer panelist points thingy with my phone (with the points I get Spotify premium free 3 months gift cards) seriously considering quitting the panel. The nape of my neck or shoulders or something feels wrong, like sharp stings in the muscle... from the over the shoulder messenger bag and poor posture too, tension. DHL was supposed to deliver a package to me "by the end of the day" and it's past 8pm already? Corrected grammar errors on this private message for your reading pleasure... I got fresh greens for my hamster, I could feed her and I couldn't decide where to begin. raddish, protein salad leaves, snack carrot, tofu? Local domestic food wasn't expensive yet! Oh, an hour ago my package didn't find me. I was home the whole time. Well. 1.5 hours first semifinal to watch. Tomorrow is another adventure, a whole day of paperwork from 9am, and interviews in the afternoon. I hope the Kela money starts rolling after 6 days toward my bank account. I could spend all the money I have in one day.