Friday, October 28, 2011


It's Halloween. Apparently.
So I decided to show off my cute decoration to y'all. Here he is!!

The cute little fella had a photo shooting the other day and was feeling a bit shy at the beginning. So at first he tried just sitting there to get used to the setting (the dinner table) and the friendly photographer (the Auction Winner), whom he also didn't know hefore. It was all a bit much for a little pumpkin, ya know?

So we tried a few portraits to warm him up...

You can see here, he looks a lot more relaxed now. He liked taking the centre stage. As decoration you don't usually get that much action and he was enjoying the attention. Plus it was his first time away from home also, so curiosity slowly took over.

Being told he would become famous once I publish the pics on my blog really got him started. His cheeky side came out and he was posing happily.

I actually don't give two shits about Halloween. It's an American thing and I just don't get the thrill of it. Other people go crazy about it and seem to love it, while I just stand there asking myself "wtf is so great about this".

Together with my flatmates we reached a decision: Should some kiddos dare and ring our doorbell screeching the German version of "trick or treat" at us, we would harshly tell them off for being too American and slam the door in their faces. Serves them right!
Around here it is rarely seen that people actually decorate something scary for Halloween, thank God. Of course the supermarkets go crazy with all kinds of shit you can buy there. That the Halloween stuff stands just right next to the Christmas stuff, makes the whole thing even more shite.

So I have this cute little pumpkin, because he smiled at me in the store and I just couldn't resist. Weak me. But Halloween can kiss my and his little

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Simple things

Just recently I found out once more what fun means for me. I'm usually bored with other people's definition of fun. Even really elaborate things, that take a lot of effort bore me out of my skull. After the activity I feel empty and like I merely spent energy on it without receiving anything at all. I hate this feeling. It makes me think I just wasted my time, my energy, my life. So I always go for the real fun things.

Fun means sitting at the lake with my feet dipped in it, watching how the sun sparkles on the water. Fun is biking into the unknown suburbs without any goal whatsoever besides being outside, then finding nice places, sitting down and blowing soap bubbles into the autumn wind. Taking a walk on the cemetery and then sitting down on the gras under some beeches eating beechnuts until mouth and throat feel dry. Repeating vocabulary and learning new words in every situation, like when biking or cooking. Standing outside in the middle of a godawful cold night looking at the stars, enjoying the cold air on my face. Eating breakfast in bed while not worrying about the crumbs. Listening to people talking about themselves. Balancing on the wall at the river, about 4 metres over the water's edge and shocking the people on the regular walk by simply being up on the wall. Walking into said river with rolled up pants and splash around with the water. Going shopping, taking forever and making fun of the weird fashion nowadays and the weird people around. Strolling around aimlessly in lonely streets in a warm night that is bright as day due to full moon. Sitting in the bathtub for like forever, laughing about stupid jokes. Getting answers in Russian when I asked in Japanese. Swimming laps and calculating how many metres that just was.

So much fun! So much enjoyment! So rewarding!

When I can't find somebody whose definition of fun matches mine, I just do such stuff alone. But I did all these things just in the last two months with the Auction Winner.
I think, I might be falling in love.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

About doctors

No, I don't hate doctors.
I'm very thankful they exist and I'm convinced they make this world a better place. Or at least they make people being able to see that the world is a better place. Better than it was before going to the doctor. You know.

But as we all have experienced or read in horrible articles in tabloids there are good and bad doctors around. But what makes a doctor a bad doctor? I mean, all of them studied and graduated, so they just have to know their job in some sense, don't they.

Of course it's bad, when a doctor makes a horrible mistake. Like sewing his watch in your stomach or taking out your appendix when you were there for your tonsils.
But with the crazy overtime work hours they have to put up with you can't really blame them doing every OP on autopilot. At least here in Germany doctors work like 36 hours in one shift, then go sleep in the storage room for a few hours only to have it start all over again. These poor creatures don't remember what their house looks like let alone their wife, if something like that ever existed. What do you do with your great salary, if you never have time to spend it? Where's the sense in such a life? I don't know, that's why I'm becoming an engineer. That and because I hate people.
It's also bad, when the doctor cannot figure out why you're feeling bad. But then again, who is supposed to remember everything he's ever read/heard? There's so much to know about every sickness you can possibly have, it's just too much for one brain. In my opinion that's what books are for. And brainstorming with other doctors.

But I think there are other things that make doctors bad. The biggest one is insensitivity!
Last week I was at my doctor's and asked him, why I have the same (light, no worries) infection every few weeks all over again. He said, it could be loads of reasons. Like deficiency of vitamins or ... or ... or HIV. Man, am I glad that I know for a fact I'm negative, otherwise this would have had me starting into a panic. Since he wanted to do bloodtests, I would have been in that panic until the results. Dammit, couldn't he have been more sensitive?!
Once upon a time I was in pain for 3 days and therefore a bit worried, so I went to a doctor. Who then proceeded to press on my aching body and ask me "Does this hurt?" Me pressed a "Yes" through the teeth. Only to be told that other patients would have jumped to the ceiling, so my pain can't be that serious. Hallo?! Maybe I just deal differently with pain than other people?! Plus... jumping to the ceiling... what does that even mean!?
Once upon another time I was in heavy pain (allergy) and my step-sister, who happens to be a doctor, gave me treatment. She's one of those, who can remember everything they ever read, so she really good at giving diagnoses. But dealing with patients in pain isn't her strong point. She had this kinda cold, distant way of telling me that even though my ankle has doubled in size I should just suck it up, since it's not serious yet. Thank god for that... I don't want to know what is serious then! Couldn't really complain though. She helped me and I was better the next day. But sensitivity hasn't been in one room with her. Ever.

Lots of doctors are totally clueless what severe pain feels like in real life. So I suggest every doctor should experience severe pain at least once in life. Over a longer period, let's say, a week. It should be part of the curriculum. "Severe pain", once a trimester. The students experience the pain and then have to write a paper about how it made them feel. I expect life-changing results. If not, the pain wasn't severe enough.

Where do I have to submit my suggestion?