I am posting just a little snippet of my recent life.
Yesterday, I had to take a monthly injection. In the hospital, I ended up telling the nurse about a recent event of people in Portugal trying to deadly kill a foreigner, with punches and kicks, here in Porto near where I live. While talking to her about this past event, she started agreeing with me that it was a very barbaric thing to do, to end up saying something related to "it was the foreigner fault" (don't know the exact words). I positioned myself the only giving this report, while saying it was a barbaric thing. It is amazing how the nurse switched her moral position from one extreme to the other, while talking to me...
Short snippet of the story, I said to her that I was not feeling safe, living nearby with the teen students (they were like 20 of them) that almost kill a man, neither with the looked-like-an Indian man who tried to blame me for the action of the teens (I did only try to break the massacre of the foreigner away). The looked-like-an Indian man was only worried with his building's front door that got broken by the student's hooligans, while the foreigner next to him was dripping blood through the nose and mouth.
Then, after "confessing" to the psychiatric nurse about this sensitive history, some good could have come. It came, but only a minor temporary non-negative...
I went to a restaurant with my only "companion"ship (I am stretching the meaning of a "companion", more about this forward). While walking to the restaurant, she walks, as usual, all the way doom-scrolling her phone, not paying any attention to me, and paying little attention to her surroundings. Sometimes, she does rages against her phone, swearing out loud and hitting her phone. Arrived at the restaurant, I had a decent meal. The restaurant is a buffet, so I always want to eat much, but I can't because my companion says for me not to eat much because she feels embarrassed. So I end up the decent meal, while still wanting to have eaten more; keeping up with public appearances.
In the end, some sexy street performers were blasting Funk music (a Brazilian music genre) in the street in front of the restaurant, while they were dancing Funk all coordinated. I was a bit bothered by the music volume, but she was furious with those girls. She closed her ears and made a drama out of it. We went away from the restaurant, that is when she calls those girls as "cows". I don't like treating cows as eating products, unlike hers love for beef, so she calling "cows" to someone does not bother me very much, personally. I love cows. But I was the one who had to manage her fury (a very common thing I keep on having to do, with her).
So, we go back home, while she, as always, only stares at her phone throughout all the way. I don't carry any phone, and I merely glance at happy couples socializing in the street, with a look to the man of the couple (if there is one) trying to convey a "you are lucky, man" look. We get to the house, she goes, as usual, straight to her Personal Computer to enrich her online relationships with her Twitch followers, while I am used to being left as a lonely decorative piece of furniture at her house that she has to keep. Nothing new here.
The owner of the house, says for me to go and watch movies with her at the sofa, something that I do. While I am at the sofa, she begins grumping at me because I occupy too much space (she already knew and always does this to me). I try to ajust accordingly. It does not end here, and now she grumps severely at me for my heavy breath sound while exhaling. What she does not begin to think about, is that I always do this when I, and I believe it is a common response to people that, receive an injection. I try to ignore the grumping. But then she decides to lightly, and annoyingly, touch me with her elbow on my every exhale. I try to make my exhalation unnaturally quieter (I just had an injection) but she keeps on annoying me with her elbow taps to my body on my every exhale. That is when I had enough, and I say to her out loud that I am trying to be quieter, I call her a "Karen of shit", and go to off to my room.
Night came, while trying to sleep, one of our cats recurring miaus in the middle of the night. Today was too much miauwing, and I wake up to deal with the cat, to see that she (the owner of the house and my "companion") was already up, trying to do the same. I left her to deal with it... But, some time after it did not fix the miauwing situation, and I wake up very upset (unlike myself) with a shoe on my hand, going after the cat while banging with the shoe on the floor. I was severe enough, and the cat finally shut up.
But it, clarity has already arrived to this day, and I have to pass my day without much sleep and with much medication on my body...
tags: #my-life #injection #dance #restaurant #cat #partner
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