Welcome back to my blog 🥳
Guys, I'm currently working on the audiobook of my first blogpost collection (It's not supposed to hurt) and I assume it'll take a while until I get it fixed for public. For now I'll leave you with a free teaser, just to give you an idea what the book may sound like...
[It's not supposed to hurt - Audio Teaser; Link to audio file follows]
By the way, I found out that none of you guys would ever tell me that my writings sometimes suck. I have no idea why you think that honestly telling me such things would be bad....
I also don't blame my friend who sometimes does the peer review--since he as a teacher usually corrects writings of fourteen-year-olds. Nevertheless, I would not have been mad at you if you had told me 😅, especially since I counted an estimated 20 Germanisms, dozens of wrong prepositions, spelling errors and one word that doesn't even exist in the English language... all that in the first post I reviewed myself. Maybe I should not have published that shit in my cannabis-influenced midlife crisis😆. Anyway, I'm just hoping the other seven posts are not that infested with "Austrish" expressions. For future events, I simply shouldn't tell anyone that this is the blog of an alleged English translator😜
Also, I need to thank all of you for forwarding the link of the penultimate post of the "It's not supposed to hurt"-series to other people...
Today's post is kinda the beginning of a new blogging season. What I'll do and haven't done in the first season is put two mindsets in the mix that I'd love to keep in my mental emergency kit. One is against pressure during psychotic episodes, the other is so that I won't blow my head off. The latter will be an iambic poem that I'll I put exactly in this first post, just to be safe.
But before I'll type that shit down, let us all creep down to the floor in modest adoration to the empirical sciences, that up to this day still can't tell us what to do, only what we can, and maybe what we want.* Let us all pray to our certainly creator-less universe while we still question everything we say:
Sacra convictio hominis sui ipsius cogitantis
I am convinced
that each and every child born into this world is in its very nature good, innocent and pure
but through negative imprint of all sorts gets bullshit shat into its skull
I want to believe from the bottom of my once tender, now sick and darkened heart
that once bullshit got into our skulls
there is a way to get it out of there again
and from what is accessible to the human mind
I think that once we got it out of there
there is no point in shittin' in there again
Amen
Borrowed plumes in this writing:
* Objektität sozialwissenschaftlicher und sozialpolitischer Erkenntnis - Max Weber
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