There are similarities between women’s orgasm, constipation and publishing an article in an international journal.

There are – first, they need concentration, not to give up. Women need to concentration and focus to get orgasm. Human needs for concentration to get ‘that moment, so the poo will successfully get out. Academics need concentration in working on their articles.

Second, if you are tired of trying to concentration in such a long wait, then you tend to give up. Thus, you end with no result. No orgasm. No poo. No publication.



People are multi sided. Never too kind and never too evil.

They are just people, whatever experiences they have encountered. They can be sweet in one context and be generously salty in another context.

So do not decide whether you like or dislike them, at your most extreme judgement – before you see all their faces.

Wait patiently before you  come to the final decision as you have to waive it for a very long, long, long time.



Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

I cannot let people speak for me, lead me to decide realities. Realities are mine, whether they are wrong or right.

You do not tell me which people are good, which people are bad, which people are saints, which people are assholes. And wish I would believe you. Well, at least we’ll see. I’ll see.

I want to decide it myself and fully responsible for what I believe – when they are right decision, also when they are wrong ones.



I love short sentences. They are easy and give more clarity.

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If you prefer writing long sentences in a paragraph – it is okay. I still read your message. But please do not judge me the way I write and send my message for you.

Nothing really personal but style differences.





A picture says a million words, they say.
To me it is a stare into my eyes, it is attention.

Half world is comfortable with taking selfie and grofie and dronfie. I am in the other half world, that being taken in a picture is something overwhelming or I would say it is too intimate.

Refusing to be taken into a picture with you does not mean that I am angry with you. I am not part of half world where you are living. I live on the other side of half world, thus what to you is natural, to me is intimidating. 

Can you understand it?