Oh my God, I hate AirBaltic. Well, the company is generally ..
Oh my God, I hate AirBaltic. Well, the company is generally okay, aside from the crazy corruption, but corruption in Latvian management is like bread and butter, so that’s expected. What really pissed me off this morning was their app—it kept lagging, bombarded me with a ton of useless add-ons like “add a fart option to your ticket for 10 euros” or “add a delay in adding farts for 5 euros,” and so on. These pop-ups were on every single page, so it became impossible to figure out where to add baggage. In the end, I just deleted this trash, which for some reason they call an app.
Also, this morning, my dad brightened my day with yet another visit. I’ve described my family situation in previous posts, but to sum it up: my dad is a former drug addict and alcoholic who’s been making life hell for my mom and me for nearly 20 years. Last summer, he left us for another woman but still keeps coming over to our house to talk to my mom, apologize, justify his actions, blame her, and so on. His frontal lobe is pretty much nonexistent, with all the implications that come with that. Unfortunately, we’re also financially codependent on him. I won’t sugarcoat or excuse my mom—she’s also done her fair share to escalate the situation—but overall, it’s been a deeply painful ordeal for a very long time. She doesn’t deserve this, and neither do I. Anyway, my mood is steady and good (not surprising, given the hefty dose of antidepressants), but my dad soured my mom’s mood, which is not great.
Yesterday, my mom and I continued watching Outlander. I have to say, I liked the first season more than the second. The second season is set in 18th-century France, and I’m not a fan of that whole atmosphere of excessive aristocracy, palaces, gowns, and all that. Scotland, with its mud, fields, horses, and castles, feels much closer to me. Still, it was enjoyable to watch. The only thing that annoyed me a little was the relationship between the main characters—Claire and Jamie. They’ve been together for a while now and are expecting a baby, but there are all these emotions, little grudges, and actions on Claire’s part that raised some questions for me, though nothing too major. For example, she put herself in completely unnecessary danger in the late stages of pregnancy. She also tried to save her husband from the 20th century by rescuing his villainous ancestor in the 18th century, which made absolutely no sense and was totally unnecessary. This caused conflicts with her 18th-century husband and basically ended up harming her in the long run. Because of all this, she lost the baby, and that was an incredibly tragic and heartbreaking episode. I cried so much. I don’t like kids—they fill me with a strong sense of disgust—but seeing an intelligent, pleasant, beautiful woman holding this tiny lifeless body and sobbing afterward was just unbearably painful. The actress’s performance was outstanding. It hit especially hard because I’ve been watching live shows where brainless bums with 10 disabilities and the 100th stage of idiocy give birth to armies of children in dumpsters, and yet childbirth is still considered a basic human right 🤡
Also, my brother didn’t surprise me at all yesterday by bringing his little daughter, who had a high fever and a completely stuffed nose, to visit for several hours. My brother always chooses wonderful wives—a mix of psychopathy, narcissism, and poorly processed childhood traumas with a dose of aggression. Okay, I’m exaggerating—his second wife is actually a pretty decent woman, but I’m just a bitter bitch. Still, it’s strange that she sent my brother and their sick baby over to his mom’s house just because she was tired and wanted to be alone. The kid was clearly unwell. As for my brother, I’m not even going to consider his perspective, because it’s obvious that many men only simulate having a personality up until they find a vagina. Once they’ve gained access, the simulated personality vanishes, replaced entirely by the personality of the vagina’s owner. Then again, women aren’t any better. People in general are trash.
Right now, I’m having breakfast and watching an amazing show about classified tragedies in the USSR. I’ve been meaning to make a post about my favorite Soviet songs for a long time, as Soviet music is my absolute favorite. I’ve also mentioned before that I want to write a review of my favorite Oblivion mod, The Living and the Dead, but the folder with my screenshots is only on my PC, which is buried deep in my closet. I’m too lazy to dig it out, hook it up to a monitor, and go through all that effort. But I’ll definitely get to it—by the end of February, for sure.
Yesterday, I was cleaning my pellet boiler, and it left a kiss mark on my hand. It’s funny—my love for this machine is so deep that it didn’t even feel painful. It actually looks like a hickey. I wonder if a blister will form or not.
Anyway, wishing everyone a great day. Love you all, kisses 💋