Everyone has a completely useless talent.

I'm a woman of many passions!

Yesterday at a coffee shop, I overheard two men talking. They were comparing car brands, horsepower, and price tags. I was sipping my latte and suddenly realized, we're so afraid of losing things, but we've long since lost ourselves. This blog isn't about them. It's about us.

Today I left the clinic at 9:00 PM, took a breath, and realized it didn't smell like leaves, but like fading warmth. Summer is running away, like a patient you didn't have time to help. And I thought: we're running away too. From ourselves, from meetings, from phone calls. But why?

August isn't just the last month of summer. It's the time when the evenings become especially warm, the air smells of fruit, and you want to admire the sunsets together🥰

Sometimes you look at history and get a strange feeling. Ancient Egypt existed for millennia, Rome and Greece left behind incredible achievements, and the Middle Ages are often thought of today as a dark period. And then suddenly - roughly starting around the Renaissance - history seems to accelerate.

Today, electric cars are increasingly being touted as the transport of the future. Companies are investing billions in batteries, charging stations, and new models. But a logical question arises: if electric cars have been around for over a century, why didn't humanity switch to them half a century ago?

When I see a man with a full arm, I always wonder: is it truly beautiful, or is he just overindulging in tattoos? 😏

Sometimes miracles look completely different than we imagined as children. No magic wands or fairy tales. Sometimes a miracle is simply a person who appears in your life just when you've almost given up expecting anything.

And then the traveling began.

Because life is somehow more complex than pretty phrases.

Spoiler: no one comes. The second bun just becomes mine.

I came up with 47 items.

Not someone else's.

Not because it sounds nice, but because it works.

Now I'm not waiting for the "perfect guy."

That's shocking, right? Choosing a guy because he can be vulnerable.

I used to do everything according to the instructions on a women's forum: wait three days before replying, don't text first, don't show interest, be mysterious. And you know what? Guys went crazy. They called, texted, tried to figure out my "complex nature."

I wasn't looking for someone I truly love, but someone who would fit the bill. A nice checkmark on a checklist: a stable job, an apartment, a car, a well-groomed appearance.

Explain it to me.