It seems that after this display of complete insanity some people are listening. Well good I guess.
That could also have been done some ten years ago fuckheads. Or earlier even.
Anyway, so I’m officially retired. I’m gonna do my old plan but in the light version. I didn’t really have a plan; I just thought I could spend time on some real life stuff and a language or 5 up to around 36 years old and then at least my skills would be so out of the world that no one would ever bother me ever again while looking for a dumb shitjob you know.
Because that was a real issue.
But now I’m retired. So yeah. I can spend some time on that. There are some things that should come easy by now. They’re not easy. But while I was recovering I did kind of give myself a lot of exposure on a language or two, so those should go quick now.
I have no other skills. I would like to be able to travel around a bit you know. I’ll film half of it and the other half I’m just gonna be lazy. Just the usual. My actual thinking process is retardedly easy.
I really don’t understand what’s wrong with you freaks.
Yeah. I guess that’s about it. I’ll give myself a few years. I’m fourty fucking four now. Maybe four years or so. Then everything is a) probably repaired as long as I don’t die in the process and b) I’m probably done with reading/studying/memorizing anyway. My only plan for myself was that I would not be seriously doing that anymore past fourty so to say.
But yeah, I’m sure Taiwanese freakplans take prevalence. Overseen by a true brainless donkey on top of it.
If people would be interested then you might be able to ask me for some really specific jobs sometime. I might teach a bit as well, who knows, but not as a fulltime profession so to say. Heck, I even tutor now! It’s getting easier and easier to be honest, so yeah.
All right. Ah yes, I’d like a place to live, cuz I never had one, because it was actually always denied, or deliberately ruined, aka. Taiwanese style. I’m not the Buddha, you know. Where exactly I don’t care too much about. Preferably not Siberia so to say, and also not some place where they speak English, Dutch, German, Afrikaans and probably Spanish and French as well, as I’d pick them up in two months anyway. I think Mainland China and India can also be ruled out.
That narrows things down quite a bit. I’m open to anything I guess, I really don’t know. Just where they leave me alone man, and just whatever the barf.
I like the tone of this blogpost. It’s very friendly. But considering the circumstances I’d argue that that isn’t overly surprising.
