Sweet dreams

I have to admit: I am not a fixer. I could never assume the role of a fixer : if you tell me to do something from the very beginning, I will do more than a qualifed job. On the other hand, if you wait for me to come and fix other's failure, not only will I be completely annoyed, but I will also most likely do not a shitty, but a mediocre job. And you can call me many things, but mediocre is something I simply don't do.   I am a doers. A dreamer and a doers; I am rebel, as my father liked to say everytime I didn't want to listen to his nonsense. I am smart, kind, willing to help everyone, I get mad fast, my heart breaks even when I think something bad might happen to someone that I truly dislike and, when I think about it, I never truly disliked anyone. I cry a lot, I am an attention seeker, obsessive compulsive, I am a maniac, I get depressed easily, I never tell lies and I am allergic to bullshit to a point that I cannot be nice if nice means dealing with bullshit; I am m

  I am a quite an open minded person, who likes and can understand every point of view : it's not like I am a fade person who doesn't have strong opinions, it's more like I am quite empathetic and I can understand why you - for instance - like fruits in your veggie salads, even though I find it the biggest nonsense. How do I do that? Simple. First of all, I accept the fact that opinions and tastes are different and it's only stupid to try to impose myself on others. Secondly, I am not retard so I know that absolutely everything in this world has pros and cons and we are so different that what a "pro" is to me can be a "con" to you. That is why people tend to tell me all of their problems and complaints and that's why some days leave me so out of energy; listening to some many complaints can suck it all out of you. There is though one thing that not only I cannot understand and accept, but that also manages to make me a mess in just seconds : SCR

...is because they do stupid things that shouldn't annoy me, but they do, because mother raised me to be too nice for this world. When I finish work, I put my backpack on the seat in front of me and I put my feet on the backpack. Only during summers, only on the backpack, my feet never touch the seat. I check from times to times and if a lot of people are getting in the train, I take my feet (and the backpack off.) I say I am more than civilized and I do spend around 12 hours per day standing, so I do it out of necessity. What a lady does today (after her dog kept on sniffing and licking us and I am really scared of dogs, so it wasn't a nice experience, but I said nothing) : when she gets up, she says: "you know - In Denmark, we don't sit like this!" and she left in a hurry, not being bold enough to let me reply :" my feet hurt really bad and they don't touch the seat, is it okay is Denmark for the backpack to stay on the seat?" Or "you know, wh

        Beginnings: I will be blunt and tell the history of Romanians, very briefly though. We were basically some nice primitive Dacian (part of the Thracians) people living peacefully in this place when in the beginning of the second century the Romans came and conquered us. Basically our blood is nowadays half Dacian and half Roman and, even though some people are really proud of this, there isn't really anything to be proud of : some barbarians came by, killed all the men and raped the women for centuries, but then, I dare you to show me a single nation who wasn't born out of rape! Nothing to be proud of, nothing to be ashamed about, so let's move on.      The language:  Our language is one of the five Romance languages ( together with Spanish, Portuguese, Italian and French) and it is said that in some aspects ( like the grammar one) it is the closest to the old Latin language.      Threesome. When I was younger, I used to say that a Roman legionnaire was raping