In My Not-So-Humble Opinion

Jack really liked Naomi. If it wasn't for her bright smile, for her freckles and ginger hair, for two tiny holes on her cheeks when she smiled, maybe he wouldn't like her that much.Or maybe he would, you can't really order yourself into liking or disliking someone. Feelings are not created nor destroyed by a push of a button. "Jack. Are you even listening to me?", Naomi said. "Of course I am, don't be silly", Jack replied. "Oh really? And what was I saying then?", she asked, and just as Jack was about to blunter out some educated guess about what she might have been talking about, Naomi's phone rang."Saved by the bell,huh?", she pointed towards him with her phone, and answered the call. "And maybe if there was no jealous, abusive husband, I might even stand a chance", he thought. The world just got a bit gloomier.He coiled his hands around the warm cup of coffee in front of him,cause although the sun was high, makin...

At some point in time, in a city built under a steep hill, during an easy-going night, a young man was walking through the empty-ish streets of the old part of the town. It was just him and the old benches in the middle of the road, keeping him company, and yet at the same time reminding him of something. Distracted by the steady hiss of the wind and a group of noisy teenagers somewhere in the distance, he was trying to remember what it was, but he couldn't. "Oh well", he thought,"it will probably come back to me. Just not now". The small shops in the old part of the city, typical for the architecture of the old Ottoman empire, were passing by, mesmerizing, hypnotizing, but still so familiar. After all, he passed by them so many times. However, just as he passed around a street corner, he made a step back,"Oops, wait. I've never seen this here before". A dim light was shining through the windows of a house not bigger then a small garage, and a boa...

Sometimes it is nice to sit in the dark, don't you think so? You get to relax a bit. No judgmental looks, no bright lights coming from freshly polished cars bought by the tears of crying kids waiting for their fathers to come home. No fancy dolls covered with make up, with their fancy phones, and with their air-kissing clearly displaying the disgust of mutual contact. No plastic, no fakes that cause that vomiting response in your belly for which at that moment you just can't pinpoint the reason why do you actually feel that. You don't need to look at the 100 year old creep in the suit, trying to blackmail a 25 year old secretary to go with him to a business trip. You don't witness those packs of animals devouring the socially awkward kid in the group, you don't get to see the asshole shit all over the people around him. No sharp smiles, fueled by sarcasm, smirking at you as if their hearts pump blood only for you, while actually al...

I have to admit that what I am writing right now is greatly influenced by a song from the soundtrack of BBC's series Sherlock: It is a theme of a story where Sherlock, gets introduced to Irene Adler,or as he called her "the woman". As the story goes,she was the only woman that ever tricked Sherlock, and the only one he ever really loved. However, as a series of events happen, he says farewell to Irene, lets her go, and never looks back. Now, in my opinion this is more then just a cliche love story, and as the song's chords go, I can sense a determination, a strong, conscious determination, a result of a common sense, a mind taught to rationalize and deduce conclusions, where one sees that something ended, and that looking back would just make the things worse. For you, for others, for everyone.   The worse thing that you could do after seeing that something blew up in your face is doing the same thing again.People could wonder why would anyone wan...

As it usually happens, we learn from our own mistakes, or as they say where I come from: "If you get bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the tiniest of lizards".However, it is waaay better if we learn from other people's mistakes, knowing upfront that snakes have a sharp set of teeth will save you some trouble, will it not? Use that wisdom that other people gathered, trust those few good friends you have when they start telling you about snakes and how badly the snake bite hurts. That said, here are several good points from Debbie Millman, an american writer/designer, followed with some of my comments and opinions. I read these opinions of hers and I find them being a subtle example of eternal wisdom. All of the points are well worth the effort of achieving them: If you are not making mistakes, you are not taking enough risks .  True as it gets. There is no such thing as success without leaving your comfort zone.The ship is very safe when it sits in the harbo...

The forever battle, good and bad, yin and yang, light and darkness. Some of these epic face-offs are figurative, philosophical even, others are as real as your appointment with the dentist, or your attitude toward some real-life thingy. I mean imagine your inner war when it comes to adopting new things, new people, adopting change for example? Is this change good for me? Should I go with the flow or just go straight against it? While the philosophical face-offs are a great way to start a discussion and kill (read: lose) time, the real ones affect your lives, my dear friends, they mingle their fingers into the very essence of your character, they mess around with your destiny as if it's their own, and if their meddling means success for you, they get all the trumpets and a parade, and if they fail......meh, it's not their ass on the line isn't it? Imagine yourself, waking up one day and having this fantastic idea that could change the world. You are not completely ...

The beauty of the internet.This wonderful spaghetti network of cables, routers, devices enabling billions of billions of electrons to interact and form those beautiful 1's and 0's rushing through them like cocaine through addict's veins, right up to our laptop/tablet/smartphone screens. This wonderful place where unicorns feed on rainbow stripes and shit colorful M n' M candies. The place REEKS from cries for attention, lost souls searching for their last stand before they vanish, and those others that are in the process of losing their soul. With all those social networking sites anyone of us can make a simple reality check: read the posts from your friends, followers or whichever social drug you're on, and try to think about why did they post just that photo or that status on their profile. You will then see how much pain, how much cries for help are there wrapped up in a song lyric or a vintage-effect photo labeled with a "Keep Calm" clic...