Blood is in the eye of the beholder

This country's psychology and personality eludes me. It always was elusive to me and I think it will continue to be. I've always considered myself to be -not anti-greek - a non-greek, a neutral amongst Greeks at least. I dunno why. Because. Sometimes I'm ashamed I've been born in Greece, I can't easily relate to people here (of course there are exclusions), I can't understand some things they do. All the controversy of being a Greek.

I know (especially now) some people from abroad think of us as vulgar people, monkeymen, frying stuff around in olive oil and being loud, pretending to pay the bill when is another one's turn, dancing sirtaki or another exotic but stupid dance while drinking wine that tastes like paint thinner (because it's tradition) and speaking in bad bad BAD english to women that we wanna have Greek sex with (ah yeah, Greeks call anal "ottoman sex", while in the UK they call it "Greek sex" and it is said that ALL Greeks love it ) while eating souvlaki/moussaka/rice-in-vine-leaves/something obscure and overpriced. People that have no problem stealing money from the EU or any other benefactors when they are so deep in it for them to do such foolish things...
I don't care about the money stealing accusations, every country/politician/blah random authority is "stealing" from the money they are supposed to use from something else, others steal little, others more and so forth (I just think it's hilarious they get to blame Greece for de-stabilizing the whole economy, when we are in the middle of a WORLDWIDE economical crisis and especially when we are always last to do anything/to feel the waves of changes in general as a country.).

I'm just sad others put all Greeks in one basket. We are all bad. Period.

Yesterday afternoon, while I was riding the bus to work, I saw something that made me feel especially ashamed to tread on this Greek soil. I saw about 5 gorilla-looking 16/17-year olds cheering up for another more-gorilla looking 17-year old that was beating up a Pakistani man (who is a regular on that particular road, usually cleaning windshields like yesterday). The gorillas, after beating the man up, crossed the road again to go wherever they had to go, while the man stood not being able to understand what happened that very moment, his face covered in blood. Some people pulled their cars over and gave him bottles of water. And then the bus left and I couldn't see more.
I, then, wished I was in another bus, a bus that could take me far away.

How can Greeks demand foreign respect when they THEMSELVES treat foreign people like that? How could teenagers be beating up a grown man and NO ONE would lift a fucking finger?

I officially want to be adopted by another country that wouldn't mind about my Greek past.

..but some stupid with a flare gun..

The other day, when I was walking back home from work, I heard the sound of a distant guitar. An amateurish guitar. The guy (or girl) was trying to play...

...guess what...

yeah, it was Smoke On The Water... you guessed it right.
I was wondering about whether the owner of the guitar liked rock or they played that song because they just had to. I think that if someone has a guitar, and they try to learn to play, they are bound to try playing this song.
Is it the best song ever? I doubt that. It's just a catchy classic.
Is it THAT simple? No, if you judge by the way those amateurs' guitars sound like .. :P

I like this song, I was raised in a way that I appreciate rock and hard rock (and its' by-products etc etc), but...
damn..
Smoke On The Water, I hate you as much as I like you.. Couldn't you be less awesome or less easy? It's like hearing a violin playing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" (all Greeks now will recognize an old tv ad). Those songs for training.. I get it... But wtf..
Why Smoke On The Water and not, let's say, Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun?
It's pretty easy, dan dan daaan dan-dan..SEE?! Now you play it! ..GOOD!

Sometimes it feels like a song that was raped and murdered and then raped again by too many bad covers. And that's a generic out-of-the-blue rant, but I just felt like saying it.

Please good people of the world, aspiring guitarists, flutists and so on.. stop fist-fucking Smoke On The Water. It's a decent song and I used to like it a lot.

Asaphειες' whole archive online

For once more, all the comic-strips of my online series "Asaphειες" are online, this time on the site of Comicdom Press (started in Comicdom.gr). http://comicdom-press.gr/category/comic-strips/asapheies/
You now, also, can rate and comment on all the comic strips of Comicdom Press.

Stay tuned for more info, coming SOON...

The always necessary post of introducing/establishing my quirks

I'm watching my cat, Kiriko, stretching on my bed. I'm sitting on my leather chair, wrapped in a fleece blanket, sipping tea and reading the news on my pc, while listening to music, while uploading photos on Flickr, while watching One Piece, while twisting my toes, while contemplating on things I gotta do and when to do them.

While observing this:

which makes me pretty unwilling to go to work, because I'll freeze (while getting there, and while being there).

Don't get me wrong, I like, *like*, LIKE cold, but I prefer dry cold, not rain, not rince-wind, and I utterly HATE HATE HATE humid weather. And that's what we're having for breakfast/brunch/lunch and supper. I also like to not having to *go* to work, but rather work inside, sipping my tea - in which I've sprinkled cayenne pepper - and listening to music. Or watching a film along with a friend or a loved one.

But, I guess, these are breaks we are not given that easily.

I wish I had the necessary funds backing me, then I'd turn into a first grade hikikomori, a recluse, I'd only go out when I really had to (like going to a funeral:P even tho' I can't say I like funerals and that I shouldn't prolly attend them, since I am bipolar and that's not helping:P). Then I'd send a car for my friends to come over (I'd be a visitor-friendly hikikomori:P) and let them stay as much as they wanted. Thus, never having to face and communicate with another stupid customer(see Note below) or person that *I* would not want to. And not having to stand buses ( I can't stand buses). And during the night, I'd work and think about sad stuff and feel blue, which I can assure you I'm pretty good at and doing it for quite some time now :P

So please, someone, give me a job which I can do from home that has the minimum amount of needed direct communication as possible and I promise I'm going to make you proud of my work:P Deal? :D

PS. Dark overlord would be nice, too. I can't say I really like the sun, so something underground and shady is really ok :P

PPS. At least I'm happy I'm making some progress in something I'm making at the mo'.

PPPS Madagascarian vanilla rox

(Note: YEAH, most people outside are stupid and I cannot stand talking to them and explaining every single stupid thing they ask me. Especially because some things are obvious and because the act of asking questions to people means that you have the quota of gray matter needed for understanding the answer they give you!!! So, when I'm nice and helpful. I'm not nice and helpful, I'm just PRETENDING to be nice and helpful, you silly sods. I am *really* nice to people I choose to, not to whomever my second job chooses). And, yeah, I'm an asshole, I know, but I least I don't have the problem admitting it and explaining the reason :P )

Switching from BraveJournal

So, BraveJournal served me fine during these years, I have lots of memories (both good and bad) that will remain online with that blog...
But, in the name of convenience and due to laziness (BraveJournal can be a royal pain) I thought I'd evolve into the more user-friendly Blogspot.

Farewell old "Journal Of A Wandering Mind", hello new "The Sleep Deprived 21th Century Psycho [ver 2.0F]"

(Alas, I cannot import my old blog here... So I guess it's a fresh start with a blank slate..)