dia 21 de Maio.
The book I am reading right now brings me think really for. It says: "Who am I and if so how many?" By Richard David Precht Goldmann Verlag.
I'm thinking about what actually really important for me. Why I'm afraid of certain things? I am not talking about fear of heights or something, but from social anxiety. fail to lose the fear, fear someone or something to be afraid to be alone to be turned away the fear and so on and so forth. Everyone knows this is all about really just a matter that we are afraid and are discouraged.
As an example one that probably everyone knows: Why does a man afraid to talk to a woman?
Sure, he might be dismissed. Logically, that would be pretty but no matter. There is no physical pain by. So why the "fear". I think it is because of his own head has been influenced too much about many years. One's own psyche, which is already conditioned by now totally says of media and society, the man in the Brain: You were rejected because you do not look like good enough / were too arrogant / impolite / too drunk ... You look at themselves and the stigma still dares to be less and less chances. It tries to push themselves by buying things that one can hope to be better. Crazy world.
What disturbs me because my contact if other people know what I'm doing is not good? As long as it makes me happy and I feel good with what I do. Think of times but a society in which ALL the same, think and do. Welcome to "1984" - Grues Big Brother does.
I am learning more and more easy to be myself and to do what I want. Of course, one must also take Ruecksicht to his fellow man, no question and I am doing. But always put back and wonder what others think well.
Ne, must not be. Again be a child and flee from all constraints.
I think that here I meet with my strong German culture on the Mozambican. The differences in this respect are enormous. Many people do not think is important to remember what their actions can have here for the long term consequences. They often live in the "here and now." Under no circumstances is the paradise. If it did, it would look almost 20 years after the war from here does not always this way. But as they say but so beautiful: a few slices I think I'll cut it. Then I pack the deliciously in ne tupperware box and take the home to Germany. If I then again is too strict and Glattgebuegelt, smear me a delicious sandwich with me, "Bock Wurst". Then I'll do what I've Bock.
