So I just got back from Egypt from a really awesome two week vacation without accessing the internet, reading a newspaper or watching a news broadcast. How does this relate to this thread? To cut to the chase, me and my family was originally going to some coast place in Thailand - not just speculating but had booked tickets. I didn't know of this since, quite frankly - you may think it to be weird but such is the case - I didn't really care much for where we were going on vacation, since I knew it would be to some charter tourist destination anyway. Even though I devoted one day to going to Cairo and seeing the pyramids, the rest of the two weeks were spent sipping "free" beer and drinks by the pool which could have been a pool in any warm country in the world. That it was Egypt was merely coincidence, especially since Thailand had already been booked. The travel agency cancelled the trip to Thailand some weeks ago, and with very little choice left my grandmother dug up some other travel agency which had tickets to Egypt avalible. Done, we were going to Egypt.
I don't know to what extent you will find this 'creepy' or 'freeky', (especially depending on how well you know me) but I really don't care much exept that I realize of course that it could have been the death of me - though not more than that I am aware that every time I go outside, cross a street - or stay in the home even - I am subject to risks of dying in various ways; it's a fact of life. Still a bit creepy though. The kill count of this disaster is estimated to what now, 150.000 in total, of which 3500 are suspected to be Swedes, of which 60 are confirmed dead. Many will think of me as a heartless beast when I say this, but, quite frankly; Sucks to be them.
I don't find any joy in the misfortune, death and dismay of others - of course I do not think that such things are 'amusing' in any way. Things of this nature are annoying, but they happen (catch that far fethced reference). Did you people not know that the world is quite frankly a piece of shit world, with a next to endless amount of suffering in it? Did you need a disaster of this proportion to feel that everything is not well in the world, and that people are in need of desperate aid? Duh, Sherlock - then you're the kind of guy who donates ten bucks a month to some help organization because you got a bad conscience from some little girl's doglike eyes in their tv commercial. You are aware of the state of the world, though you don't like to be reminded of it, since when you do your conscience forces you to act, to give up something that which is your own in favour for others whom you do not know.
If I cared about charity, I would not be capable to live the life I'm living. It's not a particulary rich life by western standards, but a quite comfortable everyone-to-himself kind of life. When I have money over, I go to a hooty bar or buy a bottle of cognac or something of the like instead of donating it to those in dire need even though I am aware of their need and my ability to help them. Neither do you. Of course, this depends on what you define as "money over", though do you really *need* that beer/coke (or un-pasteurized carrot juice if you're a hippie) you're drinking? Do you really *need* that computer you're using? What in your life do you really *need* to continue your existence, and how many lives could be saved with your excess capital? How can you ever enjoy consuming anything if you constantly go around measuring it's worth in human lives? (I realize of course that very few people does this, but still).
I'm too tired to continue now, so please, smite me like I've never been smitted before if you beg to differ and I will get back to you in the morrow. Peace.
Edit: Holy shit, I just remembered that teh stripper girlfriend is in Thailand for the time being, thus being unable to reach on her Czech mobile operator. She doesn't live anywhere near the coast though, so I'm just assuming she's a-ok - it would really suck if she'd die, though only because that would be the end of my gloryful stripper-dating days. /Edit.