cptsdvictim's journal

Iiinnn theee traaaiinn. Oh, yeah! Mhm! On my way to the North of the country. Let's goo! There's a lady in the same carriage as me. She's so proactive and kind, helping everyone. She's awesome.

First thing I'll do when I arrive is eat. It'll be another gluten rich food, unfortunately. Past few days I've been eating only gluten rich foods which is not good.
Then, I'll explore a museum. Then the weather hopefully improves (according to forecast; albeit, never to be trusted - so I dressed up 3W, as always). I'll take the city on foot until dinner time. After which I'll relax a bit and then head for the train back to the shelter. I had quite a few of extra, unexpected, expenses so I decided not to save but retain the extra money for the vacation. I'm sure I'm going to spend more.

Relaxing. In the museum's lounge. Today was so and so. I ate lunch at an Afro-Caribbean restaurant. The food was meh. Not too bad, but not great either. Left tip as the hostess was nice. Also liked the server. Went for coffee afterwards at what turned out to be a place frequented by people of old age. When I thought I finally got a free table to sit in quiet and drink my coffee: nope. Old people came and f****g sat at my table without even asking if I'm ok with it. Logged it into my journal and left. The old lady asked me surprised: "you're going?". Didn't say anything. I would've made her to pieces and it wouldn't have helped. People who would be self aware and aware of good manners would've asked if they could have shared the table. So it would've went into a deep hole if I responded in the moment. I went and bought a chocolate cookie at another coffee shop as that one didn't have any sweets my taste. Visited the museum. Interesting space. I liked the lightning. Plenty of open space too. And the wooden walls combined with perpendicular white walls makes for a pleasant, calming, earthy scenery. The piano music in the lounge is also great for relaxing. The pieces were interesting. Most of all, though, I found an installation dedicated to homeless people. The author passed by a dead homeless person in a park and was marked by the event (a lady was sitting two benches away, not caring). So he made the installation. That's what you get in a society that praises automation (I worked doing automation for a big tech corporation, so I know first hand what I'm talking about) where sociopaths/psychopaths take huge amounts of profits in owning these companies and then buying politics, corrupting through oligarchy democracies: people loose empathy. They themselves become a resemblance of the people for which they work: sociopaths, psychopaths and dark triads who do not care for people. They really don't. They don't care if you die. They walk over you without remorse, guilt or shame. It's still incredible we let these people be our leaders when it comes to employment. People who are sunk in shame don't self reflect on this issue. Especially if you live cheque by cheque.

Now I'll head off to an Indian restaurant where I'll have Chana Masala with pilau rice. Then, depending on how much time I've left, I'll explore a bit the city and then head for my train where I'll continue to listen to sociopath by P.G.