What is happening to Blogger? Is it on Google now? That is weird. But maybe good for the Blogger. At least I don't need to remember my login name, just put in the email. Sweet.

I was going to write something serious, because I was in mood after my Fridays commitment, but after a glass (well, and a half) and a good meal I cooked, I feel so much relaxed. Now to the worst or the best I turned on Bravo channel and damn, there is Madonna's show. I love this woman. I know she is a bitchy and you can tell from her face. But her music is great. Her songs. Oh... when I am in bad mood I listen to her "Frozen", when I am in good mood I can listen to any of her songs. I wouldn't say I like very much her last show. Well, I expected new songs, but not remixes of the old ones. But I think it is ok with me, because now I can sit and recall the album her song is from. Nice. I love Fridays and Madonna. Look at her shape! Woman of .. how old is she? Her late 40s? I wish to be in the same shape, and with the same amount of money she has, and the engergy, maybe even the amount of men? I went too far. Who knows how I look in my 40s. I hope not with a big stomach and lazy ass.

What did I want to talk about? I wanted to tell that I am the person of nerves. I worry about everything: from mid term test to the word I said to somebody and I thought that it was too tough. My nervousness reflects on everything I am doing, including the human being. Like today. I was so frustraited with those stupid clients (not all of them are stupid but three of them were). People get into trouble and that blame everybody else, but not themselves about what happens to them. I don't think it is right. Sometimes I believe in the idea that a person builds own life and in many cases that person (which means me, you he and she etc) creates problems and then blames other people, expecting the help from the outside. Of course, there are so many cases where people just got in trouble despite they were very careful and smart about their life. But so many cases I see where people just negligent and arrogant about their own life. They do the stupidest things and then expect some Saint Peter will come to save them. The worst part of the story, that everybody will be blame for such unluck they have.

Sometimes I start blame myself for being so critical. You see my life was always safe. Well, my childhood was spent in parent's love, but we lived in freaken poverty. I wore second-hand clothes, we ate only potato that we grew on the garden field. I hate those times. But my parents took care of me. Now I am taken care of as well, so I didnt see VERY horrible times, when I had to take care of myself. But I don't think this fact says that I cannot critisize those people, because I care of my life and I am responsible (at least sometimes). If I do decision, I have to weight it and ask around to figure out whether I do the right thing. While those people think they can get along with their negligence without any bad consequences.

I think my mind goes somewhere far, so I will stop at this point. The only conclusion I want to say is that I don't want to work for public, because working for public is working in the field of taking decision for somebody and in the field of irresponsible people. I don't like irresponsability and the lack of mind. Too tough? Yes. I don't mind to help people who is in trouble by unluck or just by someone's arrogance, but I don't want to help losers who are looking for an excuse of their foolish and hollow mind.

I better go, because nice movie started, but I will be back to this subject not once, because it is too touchy to me.