It just occurred to me I've not been writing a new Journal entry for donkey's years.
Not that this is going to make any difference at all, I suppose, in matter of granting me more visibility around DA (yes, I admit it: I'm rotting here as on many other web-pages for the apparently endless and surely endlessly frustrating aim of promoting my sick person. BUT, in retrospective:what's the fucking point of all this ridiculous charade I've put up? It only comforts me to acknowledge that:we all do that. In a way or another; and that's what we're being taught ever since a very young age: to sport ourself as if we were a product, that is for what we make, or for the services we can provide. It's not even a form of assertion of one's self, anymore, since it's implied in this kinda behavior an aggressive component: crush everything and everyone on your way in order to achieve some recognition!).
But this is tiring and disgusting and filthy. WTF, people, most of you could well go to hell for all I care.