(diary) My life is insane, really. It’s this kind of “Curt in Wonderland” experi

(diary)

My life is insane, really. It’s this kind of “Curt in Wonderland” experience that I can’t really take any more seriously than Alice took the Hatter.

First, you know, Roman plays white rabbit and brings me here. I meet V the first or second day. Stumble into Kirill, who turns out to be one in a million. Go through the revolution, the invasion, and everything else, and… it’s just got this *unreal* sort of feeling to it.

I mean, I can sit in a restaurant or coffee shop in the states and write for days and, sure in the Seattle area someone is bound to say hi. I know to many people not to run into people to chat with. (And, most people know that Seattle is a pretty anti-social culture).

But even as a rather world weary business traveller I’ve been pretty much all over. And even though I’m hyper-friendly (like most aspies) and really I don’t get much chit chat unless I work at it. (And most americans are so self-absorbed that they aren’t worth chatting with, honestly.)

But I mean, wtf. I can’t sit in a coffee shop in Kiev, or go out to dinner without some woman starting some conversation with me. And you can start a conversation with most men here if they have any english at all.

It’s just…. weird to have women in their twenties to forties just aggressively pursue you. I mean, I have this self image of a nerd. I’m pretty good looking and I dress well, but I”m a nerd – unquestionably. I read an write all day.

It’s just like… I’ve been down the rabbit hole for a year and a half and I wonder when the blue pill is going to wear off….

Thanks for letting me share. You know, I just had to because otherwise I’d have to start sticking myself with pins to make sure I’m not in the matrix or something…..

Life is awesome. I don’t recommend multiple seriously illnesses, but they sure as hell make you appreciate the world for what it is.

I love Ukrainians. Every crazy beautiful, gentle, lovable one of them.